Before dawn on a cold February morning, we climb into the Point Blue survey boat and push off under a starry sky. Petaluma Marsh is quiet but not still. Our puffy jackets rustle in the icy breeze. A slow-rising tide seeps among the pickleweed. Somewhere out in the brackish channels of the marsh, a Ridgway’s […]
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At the edge of the continent, where the Pacific Ocean meets the wooded ridges of Bolinas, morning fog clings to the coyote brush and thrush songs filter through the Douglas firs. Here, the apprentices have begun their morning circuit at the Palomarin Field station. The nets are set before first light, stretching like silk threads
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As we approached aboard the Salty Lady, the Farallon Islands rose like ghosts out of the Pacific: jagged, fog-bound sentinels. Their granite flanks were streaked white with guano, and the wind carried the sharp cry of seabirds over the swell. With no dock or landing beach, we loaded onto a small skiff and were hoisted
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