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Tracking a Moose in Late Winter
One of the joys of working as an ecologist in land conservation is that the field season stretches year-round. One of my responsibilities at Northeast Wilderness Trust (NEWT) is conducting site visits at potential new preserves to create ecological inventories. NEWT pursues land acquisitions throughout the year, so while other ecologists often work within the short phenological windows when songbirds breed or certain plants flower, my field schedule more resembles that of timber companies and real estate agents. One upside to this expanded field season is that I get to explore new, wild places in winter, when much of the natural world lies dormant, on skis or snowshoes.
In late February in central Vermont, I set out on skis to document the ecology of a proposed NEWT preserve. At this point in the season, the snowpack is often at its greatest depth, and food resources that have sustained wildlife through the winter are beginning to run low. This past winter, in particular, brought consistently frigid temperatures and above-average snowfall. As a result, I was gliding on my skis across a landscape blanketed by more than 40 inches of snow, unimpeded by buried stumps, logs, and rocks lying beneath the dense snowpack.

Reading Moose Movement
Midway through my journey, moving easily across the terrain, I came upon a set of unusually large tracks. At first, I wondered if they might belong to a lost human wandering through these former timberlands. But as I moved closer, it became clear that they belonged to the largest of New England’s megafauna: a moose.
I had noticed signs of moose earlier that morning: nibbled hobblebush buds and chew marks left on striped maple and young red maple stems. But the freshness of these tracks was clear evidence that the animal had passed by only recently, perhaps within hours of my arrival.
I inspected the tracks and the surrounding area. Wiry hairs lay in the deep hoofprints, and fresh scat sat piled periodically atop the snow. These signs created a clear trail, and I followed it for a while, noticing fresh browse on nearly every young tree or shrub along the path. Eventually, I came upon a large depression in the snow: the clear outline of where a moose had bedded down for the night. Fresh scat surrounded the bed site, along with clumps of hair shed from its thick winter coat.





