Herbicides and pesticides like Dicamba and 2,4-D are cross-contaminating neighboring crops and surrounding plant life. And we do not know what long-term effect this will have on our landscape
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Nature Rambles: Ancient branches swirl into our past and future
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Nature Rambles: The view from the hill flows on for forever
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The final resting area of a historic pony truss bridge is a very interesting travel wayside: It now sits at the top of two separate watersheds. … Rain falling east of the bridge will wind its way to the Illinois River through Crow Creek south of Henry. Rain falling west will meander to the Illinois via the Spoon River near Havana.
Fluddle follow: Farmers finding productive uses for wetlands
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This film captured the recent efforts by farmers are deciding to restore wetlands as part of a new way of managing their agricultural operations. Their restored wetlands are quickly becoming oasis for migratory birds, aquatic invertebrates, and amphibians
Nature Rambles: Help fight bird mortality through the looking glass
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Nature Rambles: ‘Fluddle Stompers’ flock to unique puddle ponds
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Nature Rambles: There’s more than meteors lighting up our night sky
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As you wait for shooting stars, you notice other lights in the night sky. Planes fly overhead on their 30,000-foot flight path. Their blinking lights stand out against the pinpoints of starlight. Higher in the heavens, Starlink satellites reflect the sunlight from their orbit some 340 miles above the Earth surface
Nature Rambles: Savor our summer’s symphony; it’s ensemble is quite unique
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As evening progresses, you really notice just how different the north woods is from central Illinois. A summer day in central Illinois ends with a progression of insect songs starting with numerous species of cicadas giving way to katydid songs and tree crickets that will sing through the night. In the north woods, the darkness is silent.