by Jack Meyers
From 1968 to 1970, I was in the Peace Corps. First in Somalia and then, after a military coup there, in Kenya. The experiences I had led me to my graduate degree in agricultural economics and subsequent…
Read moreby Tara Waters Lumpkin
In old Africa: Dust stirred by bare feet and lions’ paws . . . Gone now.
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It is early June 2018, and I am kneeling down with my face just inches from the short herb layer that makes up the rough along the border of a golf course. The course is that of Royston Golf Club in Hertfordshire,…
Read moreby Caroline Jeffery
Despite protective laws, thousands of primates are taken from the wild every day. They are then illegally sold for the exotic pet trade or roadside tourism. And because they are no longer getting the correct…
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"What about there?" I point at a green patch on the computer screen. My partner and I are planning the next route of our journey through Southeast Asia. And by planning, I mean deciding one day in advance.
Read moreby Debra Denker
The pod of five dolphins gracefully, effortlessly, swims past me, perhaps a dolphin-length away. Entranced, I simply follow. Dolphins swim with powerful vertical thrusts of their tails, and for a few moments…
Read moreby Natalia Ocampo-Peñuela
Me despierto a las 4:30 de la madrugada en mi tienda de campaña y salgo a admirar el bosque oscuro y cubierto de nubes. Me reúno con mi equipo local para entrar en calor y discutir nuestro plan de acción.
Read moreby Erika Reiter
There is a small town in northern Iceland that describes itself as Europe’s best whale-watching destination. I traveled there in August 2016 to conduct research for my master’s thesis — I wanted to interview…
Read moreby Erika Zambello
I stood atop Yampah Hill with Kerstin Wasson, Research Coordinator for the Elkhorn Slough National Estuarine Research Reserve (ESNERR). A large tidal creek wove through the marsh grass, its arms snaking…
Read moreby Joe Cutler
Crowds of people funneled past me as I unloaded my sampling equipment from the back of a taxi in Cameroon’s Kumba Market. The driver helped me pull my gear from the trunk: a huge backpack, a sack of gillnets,…
Read moreby Laurel Mundy
In the woods, the air is still and quiet. The ground is warm from the sunshine that beats down on the hillside all day, but mostly, it’s dark. The lightest breeze brings the smell of ponderosa bark and…
Read moreby Alfred Mepukori
My amazing trip all began when the International Fund for Animal Welfare (IFAW) announced a global search for 34 international conservationists aged 18 to 25 to attend the first-ever Youth Forum for People…
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