Isaac Newton’s third law states that for every action (force) in nature, there is an equal and opposite reaction (counterforce). In other words, if object A exerts a force on object B, then object B also exerts an equal and opposite force on object A. Indeed, violence begets violence. It also depletes trust and the moral energy reserves of society.
If I had to pick one local bird to symbolize the Damariscotta River and coastal Lincoln County, it would be the great blue heron. A denizen of local tidal areas and wetlands, these large birds make a primordial squawking. At night, the sound can be downright sinister. As a child, I remember my grandmother, Margo Kornahrens, relaying that great blue herons sounded like someone in distress in the dark. We would hear them late in the evening, hunting along the edges of the nearby shoreline in South Bristol.
For a man who is featured on radio spots for N.C. Hunt Lumber and is the voice of the company, Eben Hunt is a man of few words who prefers to quietly go about his work running heavy equipment at the Jefferson lumberyard.
Folks, this past week has been pretty eventful to say the least: a conviction for a senseless killing in Minneapolis, where it appears justice has prevailed, and another historic flight to the international space station.
There’s a small cottage on John’s Bay in New Harbor. Inside, collections of books and art and things from faraway places clutter the shelves and walls and surfaces. Tall glass doors frame a view of sparkling waves and smoothly gliding gulls. When the tide is high, the salt water laps the edge of a small slice of green where a large pine stands.
There has been a fair amount written in this paper recently about the continued issue of littering. As we all notice (or perhaps pretend not to), there is an ever-growing amount of roadside and coastal trash in our area. And while we cannot solve this particular problem overnight, we can help on an individual and community level.
Jenny Pendleton has ideas. She wakes up in the middle of the night with them. And most of them revolve around finding ways to keep children from going hungry.
This spring I have been asked many questions about Cottrill’s Wharf here in Damariscotta and what businesses have been located on it over the past years.
Lately, walking outside in the early morning sounds like a perfectly orchestrated symphony brought to us by tiny feathered friends. The variety of bird calls is a reminder that spring is indeed here. Visiting our feeder are the usual cardinals and chickadees. But in addition to them we see a pair of bluebirds, goldfinches who are sporting their summer yellow, and a few nondescript brownish birds that sing like heaven.
Well folks, it’s that magical time of year and spring is busting out all over! The daffodils and crocuses are blooming. The hardy early birds are back. Red-wing black birds, goldfinches, and mourning doves are all making visits to the bird feeder. Spring is a wonderful time of year. With all this goodness, you just know that nature, in her way, balances the good with the unpleasant. One of the most colossally unpleasant of all things is the awakening of that loathsome creature: the tick.
Last week’s column, in which I discussed roadside litter such as disposable masks, evoked a number of responses from readers who shared in my disgust.
More than 140 cards, a parade of fire engines, friends, family, and a flock of flamingos arrived at Fran Williamson’s home in Jefferson to celebrate her 103rd birthday.
Internal parasites can affect your pet in many ways, from causing simple irritation to life-threatening conditions if left untreated.
I have always loved to hunt. It started way back when I was about 7 years old, when my dad allowed me to tag along with him and his longtime friend and hunting buddy, Joe. They both worked for the same printing company in the building that I described helping to clean out in a former tale after it was sold and moved.
It seems like everyone knows and likes Kyle LeBeau. During a March 25 interview in the parking lot of the Damariscotta Hannaford where he works, it seemed like every few minutes he was smiling and waving at another person.