It wasn't a fluke that Jon Parkinson came upon an infrequently-found fish at the Katama boat landing.
Nancy Weaver's red-stained knees were the giveaway that she was in the know.
Hell-bent for leather is how Dick Landon described the departure of a very large turtle.
There was no need for anyone to sow these wild oats.
“Hello, nature curious journalists” is how the email began, so I knew a natural history mystery was coming my way. 
You don't know jack.
Maggots and mortality are worst-case scenarios.
Edgartown resident Polly Bassett caught them red-handed. 
He was a man among mollusks. 
Since the weather hasn’t yet turned cool and the humidity is still stifling, I am not ready to bring out my soft and warm plaid shirts.
If you are what you eat, I might be a golden tilefish.
“Wait a second,” might have been Megan Draheim’s first thought when she saw a small snake on a trail at Felix Neck Wildlife Sanctuary.  

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