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Summer at the Creek: Cultivating our future in conservation

It was a hot late-summer day. A yellow school bus plodded away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Songbirds sang while the leaves rustled, patiently holding on till autumn called them from their perch. The forest was still, as the crunch of leaves beneath hopscotching squirrels echoed on the hillside. A flash of movement and thunderous sound broke into the doldrums of that hot day as...

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Cool Weather Attracts Wildlife Inside

Chirp, chirp, chirp. In my mind, the hum of crickets chirping away outside is very relaxing. In the spring we open our windows and sleep with the soothing sounds of the night outside. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Something changes when that lone cricket enters our house. Instead of a nighttime symphony, we have a cricket solo. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Like the erratic beeps of a smoke detector with low bat...

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Spectacular Spring Bulbs

Posted by Kari Houle - Articles

I was out shopping the other day and what greeted my eyes – stands of spring bulbs for sale. Then you stop to look at the calendar and realize that it's almost the end of September and that the perfect time to plant spring bulbs is right around the corner. Bulbs are awesome and amazing plants to add to our gardens and a great way to jump start the spring season which makes me realize I need to...

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Moths can be Pollinators?

Posted by Kari Houle - Articles

As usual some days trying to figure out what to write on can be difficult, that is until you are sent photos of a very large caterpillar that needs to be identified. A colleague of mine sent me a few photos of this very large green caterpillar that had what looked like yellow horns on its head and I was told that they were very large and found wandering in the grass. Now I will be honest, I am...

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Hops emerging in the spring.
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Hops in the Backyard

As the sun beats down, my shelter of shade has been reduced to a sliver. Pick, pick, pick . I feel the sun beating on my head, and my scratched arms burn a bright red. Pick, pick, pick . My fingers are turning black and old callouses are refreshed. Pick, pick, pick . It is late summer, and I find myself picking hops. It's not all bad. Picking hops is time-consuming, but...

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