By | August 30th, 2015


Join RHA and Elena Suglia from Rutgers University on Saturday, September 19th from 10am to 12pm for an easy hike along the trails of Fairview Farm Wildlife Preserve to learn about different types of pollinators, what they do for people, and the steps we can take to conserve them.
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By | June 5th, 2015

Fairview FarmTo celebrate #NationalTrailsDay on June 6th, RHA is unveiling a Nature Poetry Walk along its Fairview Farm Wildlife Preserve’s White Trail, which can be enjoyed throughout the summer. Inspirational poems will be placed in multiple locations along the trail for hikers to enjoy along with the beautiful landscape. There is no charge to access the self-guided, Nature Poetry Walk.
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By | January 2nd, 2014

As we reach the edge of a forest opening, the breeze from the clearing’s far side carries an urgent message. Read More »

By | August 20th, 2013

In northernmost New Jersey’s Sussex County, Tillman Brook has cut a narrow chasm on its precipitous way from the western slopes of Kittatiny Mountain to the nearby Delaware River.  Read More »

By | April 15th, 2013

As my birder son Dave and I walk through a dew-soaked April field we hear the familiar honking of Canada geese. I glance up briefly as a dozen north-bound high flyers in a wavering V formation cleave the overcast gray sky. But Dave, who knows that discovery usually relies on persistence, raises his binoculars. Read More »

By | February 18th, 2013

The human hand lies heavy on the landscape of Newark Bay. From where I stand in Bayonne’s Rutkowski Park on the Bay’s eastern shore, giant container ships and gantry cranes at Port Newark, the nation’s third busiest seaport, dominate the opposite shore. Above me roar some of the 65,000 vehicles that cross the New Jersey Turnpike’s Newark Bay Bridge each day. Low in the sky zoom planes which carry 43 million passengers each year to and from Newark Liberty International Airport. Behind me rise the uniform red brick buildings of a housing development. Read More »

By | October 5th, 2012

We’d chuckle as the peregrines sparred with each other like tumbling airborne puppies. One morning a pair of peregrines flew by us at eye level.

A quarter century ago, my son Dave had a series of summer jobs helping re-introduce peregrine falcons to places their ancestors inhabited before pesticides nearly exterminated the species. Dave’s job was to feed chicks imported from Cornell University’s hawk barn and protect them from intruders until they were old enough to leave the nest and fend for themselves. I visited Dave’s worksite on a Maine cliff top one June and remember the awe I felt watching the juvenile hawks honing their aerial skills in the weeks before they learned to kill. We’d sit at the cliff edge and observe stoops in which peregrines tucked in their pointed wings and plummeted hundreds of feet at 150 miles per hour. We’d watch the young hawks harass blue jays and crows, approaching laterally at speeds that made their mock prey appear motionless. We’d chuckle as the peregrines sparred with each other like tumbling airborne puppies. One morning a pair of peregrines flew by us at eye level. They were on parallel courses, one a couple of feet higher than the other and regularly dropping down to buzz its companion. The companion retaliated by rolling over and flying upside down so that it presented lethal yellow talons to its persecutor above. After several beats, the lower peregrine completed its roll, a graceful 360-degree rotation made without the slightest diminution of speed.
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By | September 20th, 2012

The trail dips down to the rocky bed of a brook and I’m greeted by a dozen stone sculptures – piles of stone that humans have arranged with varying degrees of artistry and complexity. Some are only a foot or two high, others reach above my waist, but all bring to these deep woods the air of ragged Hindu temple spires. My favorite consists of two columns made of flat rocks supporting a broad flat horizontal stone on top of which a tapered third column reaches almost chest high. Who left these here, I start to wonder, and then stop myself. Better to think of it as an anonymous gift. That way I can imagine any stranger I happen to meet as capable of acts of kindness. Read More »

By | September 15th, 2012

At the shore recently I was thrilled to see a Caspian tern coursing back and forth over a tidal inlet, hunting with its head down exactly like its cousin, the common tern. At first glance, the two species look identical except that the Caspian is half again as large as the common tern. The unexpectedness of the sighting and the similarity between the two birds in all but size produced a Swiftian moment. Read More »

By | September 10th, 2012

“We are none of us good enough for the sweet earth we have, and yet we dream of heaven.” – Edward Abbey

Last night’s thunderstorm has left an early morning mist across the highlands. I wander through the oaks and mountain laurel, passing through slanting columns of light from the rising sun. Some look solid enough to climb onto and shinny up to their source. Our language is rich in images inspired by this illusion. Just in the realm of song, think of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven,” Glenn Miller’s “Stairway to the Stars,” and George Gershwin’s “Stairway to Paradise.” Read More »