Sometimes I can be done with work early enough to glimpse the last gleams of daybreak at the marsh. Glorious days, those.

February is a quiet month here at the marsh. That is, until a wind comes.

a video that shows the Friends' activities in 2024

The marsh is a snowy wasteland. Or is it? I hear Canada geese with their rapturous calls on the Yahara. Even in winter, life abounds.

The holidays are upon us and the marsh is quieted by the soft wind and softer snow flurries.

A beautiful October Saturday for our annual Hayrides & Hikes event.