Come fly with me

Somewhere in the amazonian understorey, beneath a great forest canopy, a cricket leaps on to the stem of a shrub. It’s the last leap it will ever make. It never gets to flex its legs again. It’s stuck

Within just a few weeks, I had nearly been wee’d on by a naked mole-rat, waited for five hours for a few horses to poo and smelt the sulphurous pong of some seafloor sludge collected from the depths o

Whether winter-faded ferns, the spindly harvestman or the tyrannical stare of an irate chicken, through-lines from the prehistoric to our modern age are all around us in November, says John Lewis-Stempel

I t’s 2am and Grandpa Boofhead is feeling frisky, his bellows echoing through the moonlit eucalyptus trees around my house in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia. It’s early spring, the breeding seaso

Say “Rainforest”, and the average sailor will conjure up an image of some exotic tropical landscape covered in jungle that is home to a diverse array of plants and animals. I first came across such a

Nadia Shaikh seeks good company for a search-and-gorge to get her through the ruthless darkness of the winter months