Image of Ice Age mammals

Pleistocene fauna • Painting by Mauricio Antón (CC BY 2.5)

Image of countless galaxies

Countless galaxies • NASA, ESA (Public Domain)

Engraving of Selborne Village

18th C. engraving of Selborne village (Public Domain)

The world of Gilbert White

Exact­ly 200 years ago on this date [April 21, 1786], Gilbert White heard the voice of the cuck­oo in the woods above Sel­borne vil­lage. Gilbert White was the curate of Sel­borne, a tiny vil­lage nest­ed in a qui­et dale about 40 miles south­west of Lon­don. The vil­lage has changed lit­tle since White’s day, and has become a place of pil­grim­age for all who love nature. 

Image of a fern

Photo by John Salzarulo on Unsplash

Image of fossil Paradoxides

Paradoxides fossil • Photo by James St. John (CC BY 2.0)

Image of a laboratory mouse

Photo by Rama (CC BY-SA 2.0)

Rights of animals

When I was a boy grow­ing up in Ten­nessee I once snitched my uncle’s .22 rifle and went hunt­ing with my friends. My first shot brought a gray squir­rel tum­bling down through the branch­es of a tree. The squir­rel lay on the ground at my feet, its bel­ly pierced by a neat red hole, con­vulsed with pain. I watched, par­a­lyzed by hor­ror at what I had done, until one of my friends dis­patched the squir­rel with the butt of his rifle.

Image of balls in lottery machine

Photo by dylan nolte on Unsplash

Random numbers that aren’t

Thir­ty years ago, at about the time I began to study sci­ence, I came across a book called “A Mil­lion Ran­dom Dig­its.” Here, in a vol­ume as thick as the Boston tele­phone direc­to­ry, were page after page of num­bers with no appar­ent pat­tern. No mat­ter how long you stud­ied the num­bers, there was no way to pre­dict what dig­it would occur next.

Image of snake in grass

Barred grass snake • Benny Trapp (CC BY-SA 4.0)

Image of the structure of the Milky Way

Artist's impression of the Milky Way • NASA/JPL-Caltech/ESO/R. Hurt (Public Domain)

Image of woman with umbrella in snow

Photo by Anastasia Yılmaz

Snow and poker

Who could have pre­dict­ed this almost snow­less win­ter? Here it is March and I still haven’t tak­en my snow shov­el out of the base­ment. I checked the “Old Farm­ers Almanac.” I checked the news­pa­pers. As far as I can dis­cov­er, no fore­cast­er antic­i­pat­ed the remark­able deficit of snow in my part of the New England.