The Wrack

The Wrack is the Wells Reserve blog, our collective logbook on the web.

Posts tagged two worlds

  • The Rift

    | January 20, 2017

    It’s morning in Antarctica. It’s high summer in the Southern Hemisphere, and warmer ocean water and breezes have lifted the temperature on the Larsen C ice shelf to a balmy 32 degrees. Like a rifle shot, the ice occasionally gives off a pop that finds no place to echo across the flat, white, featureless plain.

  • The First to Die

    | November 11, 2016 | Filed under: Opinion

    If the first casualty of war is the truth, then truth never stood a chance.

  • Yet Another Perfect Storm?

    | October 22, 2016 | Filed under: Opinion

    It’s too early to tally the full damage from Hurricane Matthew, but I watched closely as four research reserves in our national system took the brunt of the storm.

  • Better Living through Chemistry?

    | October 1, 2016

    Robert Hooke's drawing of a flea in Micrographia, c. 1730

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 10/2/2016, and Making It At Home's 10/5/2016 issue.

    When my wife, sons, and I went away to our annual family reunion over Labor Day Weekend, we never expected to return home to find a party raging at our house. We’d left our cat, Greenberry, in charge of the homestead. When we got back from our trip, she was playing host to hundreds of obnoxious guests.

    Fleas.

  • Rounding Second

    | August 21, 2016

    https://www.flickr.com/photos/29381982@N08/12043928655

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 8/21/2016, and Making It At Home's 8/24/2016 issue.

    August 21st is my 38th birthday. The odometer keeping track of my trips around the Sun just rolled over 22.2 billion miles. There’s still plenty of tread on the tires. I am beginning to notice a few twinges of maturity, though. Joint pains, hair loss, reflexive stubbornness, the irrepressible need to give advice – the signs of creeping codgerdom.

  • Timing Is Everything

    | August 6, 2016

    A tasty tree-t

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 8/7/2016, and Making It At Home's 8/11/2016 issue.

    The orange ruffles hadn’t been there last week, but now they were impossible to miss. Overnight, it seemed, a chicken-of-the-woods had returned to roost on the old oak stump in our yard.

  • At Your Service

    | July 3, 2016

    Thank you, volunteers

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 7/3/2016, and Making It At Home's 7/6/2016 issue.

    Every morning as I make my coffee, I watch the birds at the bird feeder outside my kitchen window. The other day I noticed, perched on the deck railing near the feeder, a brownish-greyish bird throwing a temper tantrum.

  • What Fathers Do

    | June 19, 2016

    Fatherhood is a long haul

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 6/19/2016, and Making It At Home's 6/22/2016 issue.

    The week before Father’s Day, my sons gave me a great gift: they went to California for seven days with their grandmother, leaving me and my wife alone for the longest stretch of time we’ve had together in eight years.

  • Spring Fever

    | March 20, 2016

    Spring is dawning

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 3/20/2016, and Making It At Home's 3/23/2016 issue.

    My wife and I and our two boys moved up to Maine full-time in July 2012. We felt like we’d arrived in the Garden of Eden. Lobsters were four bucks, the ocean was 73 degrees, and the outdoor season stretched well into November. It wasn’t the Maine I knew from my childhood (swimmable water!?), but who cared? It was awesome.

  • A Rare Bird

    | February 26, 2016

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 2/28/2016.

    Deer June

    “Today, I feel like a chimney swift, because I’m looking for a mate!”

    We had been asked, at the start of the meeting, to reveal the animal we most felt like. At 89 years old, June Ficker had the best answer. Of course it was a bird, because she was the Wells Reserve at Laudholm’s most committed and knowledgeable master bird bander. But the uproarious “looking for a mate” part was so June. She had that spark, that consistent ability to deny the age society said she should act.