deer

Foodstuffs
7:43 pm
Thu March 6, 2014

Room For A Deer-Farming Boom

European red deer at Bonnie Brae Farms.
Credit Michael Samuels

 

Raising venison is one of the fastest-growing agricultural industries in the country, but that growth has yet to reach NH.

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Something Wild
12:00 am
Fri July 5, 2013

New Hampshire - Crawling With Ticks?

Credit Wikimedia Commons

Here's a dubious Granite State superlative: New Hampshire has the third highest incidence of Lyme disease in the country following Delaware and Connecticut!

Southern New Hampshire is prime tick habitat. Deer ticks - not dog ticks - are THE vector for human Lyme disease. Two-toned solid colored deer ticks, also called "black-legged ticks" are smaller than familiar mottled brown dog ticks.

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Something Wild
12:00 am
Fri June 7, 2013

A Babe in the Woods

Credit the-whitetail-deer.com

White-tailed deer give birth to cryptic-colored, white-spotted fawns by early June in New Hampshire. Does typically give birth to twins, rarely triplets.  More single fawns are born to younger does, or in years of harsh winter weather with deep snow.   Does choose a secluded and yet open area to birth while scanning for any approaching danger.

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Something Wild
8:00 am
Fri February 3, 2012

Antlers in the Snow

Dave Anderson

While following deer trails in snow you'll find pellets of scat and tufts of hair – coarse grey and white hair, hollow in cross-section. A more coveted souvenir are "sheds” – cast-off antlers.

After breeding ends in December, deer antlers loosen at the base. Once-formidable weapons of territorial defense drop with testosterone levels in January. The shed antlers cast by bucks and bull moose each winter are often promptly buried by snow.

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Arts & Culture
11:01 am
Wed December 7, 2011

A Different Look At What It Means To Be A New Hampshire Native

 

I have done a lot of things in New Hampshire.

I have climbed Mount Monadnock in a sleet-storm, ridden a snow machine deep into the woods of Coos County; I have met future presidents, made maple syrup, split untold cords of firewood, battled ice dams, swallowed black flies; I’ve eaten beans that had been cooked in a hole in the ground in Berlin. 

I’ve been to the Isles of Shoals and to Donald Hall’s living room.

I once presented Hugh Gregg with the gift of a sack full of turnips. 

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