In spring, songbirds serenaded us with sweet song each morning in the “dawn chorus.” In summer, the monotonous droning of cicadas and katydids day and night gave us that season’s iconic sounds. But ...

“I’m… so… tired.” One September morning, you’ll hear those three plaintive, descending notes emerge from the edge of the yard, a new sound in this quiet ...

Ahh, the glorious sights and sounds of late autumn in New Hampshire. The sights include the lawn signs demanding climate action NOW. The sounds, from dawn to dusk, include those coming from the ...