News and views on conservation in Canada, and updates from CPAWS chapters across the country.
42 years ago today, my mother gave birth to me - and began a life-long love of nature. My mother was also a lumberjack.
Something is happening, the ravens called out. Carl lifts his head to listen, then turns away as a particularly green patch of lichen catches his eye. Something is happening; a chipmunk’s cry pierces through the air. Carl moves sideways, uneasy, closer to his herd mates. Then they hear the rumble and beeps, and soon start to feel the earth shake, but cannot fathom what the feeling might mean.
For the third summer in a row, local volunteers will be reaching out to Gros Morne visitors and residents. They’ll be encouraging people who are visiting the park or living by it to support establishing a buffer zone to protect it permanently from industrial threats such as oil drilling and fracking.
On Canada Day, while most of us were barbequing hamburgers and veggie dogs, and enjoying family and community celebrations of our magnificent country, members of the Mikisew Cree First Nation from northeastern Alberta were in Bonn, Germany where UNESCO’s World Heritage Committee was holding its annual meeting.
This is the second episode in our Caribou Tales series. Stay tuned for a new episode on the 25th of every month. “Take that! And that! Annndddd that!” As Carla watches on, her calf leaps through the air, kicking at real bugs and imagined foes. “Look, I’m getting them” he calls to her, sounding a little like the bull frogs croaking in the water nearby. Today he has been feeling rambunctious and more confident on his feet. He has survived a long swim off the island to an area of deep forest near a bog. Here they will stay for a few days.