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Ted Levin

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Ted Levin is a nature writer and photographer. His latest book is America's Snake: The Rise and Fall of the Timber Rattlesnake, University of Chicago Press, May, 2016.

  • The word topophilia means love of place, a complex, multilayered emotion that the poems of Mary Oliver and the essays of Aldo Leopold and Edward Abbeyâ€�
  • This year I made a bet with a friend about when we’d first hear spring peepers in our respective valleys. At one thousand, three hundred feet in Pomfret,â€�
  • Just a few days ago, a black vulture appeared above Walpole, New Hampshire, thirty-seven years after I confirmed the first turkey vulture nest in northernâ€�
  • Five years ago, when St. Paul’s School in Concord, New Hampshire built a new science and math building, a decision was made to suspend a nearly six-footâ€�
  • On December 15, I joined twenty-four other birders in Woodstock for the forty-second, Annual Christmas Bird Count. Collectively, we recorded twenty-fiveâ€�
  • Certain birds arrest my attention. A streaking peregrine falcon... a bittern standing stone still in a marsh â€� a scarlet tanager or indigo bunting doingâ€�
  • Encounters between a barred owl and a moving car can be hard on the owl, which despite deceptive appearances is really no heavier than a large grayâ€�
  • Except for the twice-yearly pulse of migratory birds that pass through Mesoamerica and a roster of New England birds that winter in the tropics, Vermontâ€�
  • It’s the beginning of mating season for the coyotes that share our valley. And when they howl from the valley rim, my dogs reply - as if they recognize aâ€�
  • Back in the nineties, my late mother-in-law, a Bohemian artist, owned a home-studio in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, not far from the center of town. Herâ€�