Whenever I am lucky enough to encounter a wild owl, my body does something strange. Some unconscious reflex causes me to freeze, and hold my breath — for as long as the moment lasts, I’m locked there, watching or listening to see what this solemn, otherworldly creature will do next.
By Sophie Oehler
A lthough Eversource’s plan to remove a large number of trees last year from Little Harbor Road in Portsmouth generated a range of opinions from neighbors, local organizations have since turned the harvest into an opportunity to make “lemonade out of lemons” — or in this case, “habitat out o…
