• It is Sunday night, around eleven or eleven thirty, and the short walk from Davis Hall to the library seems to take forever, weighted down as I am with a bag full of books. Preoccupied with dread of those books I do not at first realize what I am hearing. Crows. Wait…Crows? There throaty cries sound strange and unfamiliar in the darkness and I look up. My eyes search the darkness until, suddenly, I see it; the silent cause of all that ruckus, flying out of the pine trees that line the driveway behind Leighton. “Owl!” I yell.

  • In the Oct. 20th edition of the Arb Notes Mira Alecci discusses the Best Woods region in the northern section of the Carleton Arboretum.  What is “Best” about it?  How close is Best Woods to the historical land cover of the Carleton Arboretum?  And where do all the garter snakes go in the winter?  Do they have garter snake parties?