From the deck of the Aunt Polly, William Gillette watched the passing green hills of the lower Connecticut River. It was 1913, he was sixty years old, and he had been thinking about retirement.
The Battle for Fenwick’s Shoreline
Surrounded by water on three sides -most dramatically by the Connecticut River to the north and east and by Long Island Sound to the south—the Borough of Fenwick is on the front lines of climate change.
Why Do People “Love or Hate” Eastern Coyotes?
Meet the bobcat, an elusive, captivating animal that is prevalent in the Connecticut River Valley, yet one that many of us—myself included—have rarely seen in the wild.
Tales of a Connecticut River Ferryman’s Son
I put my hand out in front of me like I’m offering to shake and say: “How do you do, sir. I’m called JJ, just like my father, and his father, and his father before him. We’re all ferrymen here in Old Saybrook, and we’re all called JJ.”
Connecticut Waters
To those fond of the aqueous parts of the Constitution State, Connecticut Waters is a deep treat for the eyes and mind.
What’s For Dinner?
Plump and ripe with sweetness, the apples and gourds are ready to tease the palate with new flavors and aromas—a genuine departure from summer fare.
The Marsh Wren
How to photograph this flirt-tailed gremlin of the reeds?
The Beaver
It’s hard to believe that a furry rodent could drive exploration of an entire continent, but that is the case with the beaver.
Mabel Osgood Wright
Three miles from the Connecticut River, we stood in a circle under a tree in the garden of Emily Dickinson’s home, reading poems, passing a book around, no more than two or three feet from each other. The 1813 Amherst home built for her grandparents stood proudly in the sunshine, and the voices of another tour group filtered out.
Dam Removals
It seemed like just another spring day when we stopped at the Salmon River, a tidewater tributary of the Connecticut River that splits the towns of Haddam and East Haddam, Connecticut.
My Forest Romance With Nyssa
Nyssa was a Greek nymph, and sylvatica means “of the forest.” So I will use feminine pronouns in this arboreal essay.
Japanese Barberry
By now, knowledge that invasive plants are bad news is pretty widespread. Numerous articles and agencies cite “billions of dollars” in damages annually to agriculture and fisheries; they are the “leading cause” of population decline and extinction in animals.
From our Readers
I read Judy Preston’s article with growing alarm, as I have gardens full of yellow iris.
Where Science and Faith Intersect
Faith and science should meet more often…when they do, good things can happen. The Episcopal Church of Connecticut and the Connecticut River Conservancy co-sponsored an event this summer along the banks of the Connecticut River.
Cherish and Celebrate the Connecticut River
Riverside Service: Cherish and Celebrate the Connecticut River Hosted by St. Ann’s of Old Lyme and Bishop Ian Douglas, it was a great evening of fellowship, recognition of “water of life” and of the rivers in all our lives. In the second half of the video, Connecticut River Conservancy’s Executive Director Andy Fisk talks about the importance of faith and …
From the Publisher
Volume II, Issue I. These few words, in fact, speak volumes. Estuary’s Volume I, Issue I, better known as Spring 2020, came out, arguably, at the worst possible time for a new print magazine. The publishing industry had long since administered last rites to print magazines in general, so why did we think we could succeed with Estuary?
Following the Fishers in Connecticut
Katerina “Kat” Gillis has dedicated the last two years of her life on a mission to help Connecticut wildlife officials prevent the loss of fishers, a medium-sized animal that inhabits our forests.
What’s For Dinner?
Yum yum summertime…and what better way to celebrate than to have a barbeque! Our choices are diverse, but let’s focus on what’s fresh and readily available at this time of the year. What comes to mind? … Corn and tomatoes, which can be prepared with a minimum of fuss…and what a delight to the eyes as well.
Tales of a Connecticut River Ferryman’s Son #2
I put my hand out in front of me like I’m offering to shake and say: “How do you do, sir. I’m called JJ, just like my father, and his father, and his father before him. We’re all ferrymen here in Old Saybrook, and we’re all called JJ.”
Mother Trees
“Happy families are all alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way,” began Tolstoy in his novel Anna Karenina. Take a walk in the woods and you will see trees of different sizes and species reaching up towards the sunlight. One would think that there is a fierce competition between the trees to get to the top of the canopy.

















