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With the coronavirus we have another interesting issue: how we eat wildlife. Ecologists and conservationists have been saying for fifty years that we shouldn’t be eating everything on the planet.
By Mark LevitonJuly 2020I will tell you this: If there is a God, he does not live in a slaughterhouse. That much I know. I hope the God everyone argues over so viciously is not looking out of those dead, glazed pupils, asking us to see him finally.
By Ann WuehlerApril 2020As I strolled through a glide of water clear as air, my fisherman’s heart did a somersault when I sighted, not twenty feet away, two chinook salmon easily twenty times the size of the trout I’d been happily catching and releasing.
By David James DuncanMarch 2020Featuring Stephanie Mills, Jack Turner, Dave Foreman, and more.
January 2020Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe.
By Brian DoyleJanuary 2020Do we want a deeper, richer relationship with nature, or do we want to just kill everything and live through our smartphones?
By Savannah BarnesJanuary 2020The whole world was a nest on its humble tilt, in the maze of the universe, holding us.
By Linda HoganAugust 2019July 2019The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.
Joel Salatin
Like the other fishermen, I am waiting to have the day’s catch processed and flash-frozen for transport back to the Lower 48. A recent vasectomy makes me stand in line at a cant. I shift my weight to ease the dull throb in my groin.
By Dave ZobyJuly 2019Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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