THE TREES IN MY FOREST (237 pp., Addison-Wesley,1997)

Winner of the New England Book Award for Best Nonfiction Book and the Franklin Fairbanks Award of the Fairbanks Museum

From the book jacket: "In a book destined to become a classic, biologist and acclaimed nature writer Bernd Heinrich takes readers on an eye-opening journey through the hidden life of a forest."

REVIEWS (4.5 stars on Amazon): "The Trees in My Forest is an engaging primer on the complex biological economics of the woods themselves...It's a quiet walk in stately woods...In Heinrich's hands, the lives are as noble and dramatic as the lives of men."—The Washington Post

"These passionate observations of a place 'where the subtle matters and the spectacular distracts' superbly mix memoir and science."—The New York Times


The idea of this book, like a previous one, occurred to me almost at once. I vividly recall it almost to the moment. It was at night.  It was spring, and I was driving to Maine; I saw spring peepers crossing the road in my headlights . It was probably a Thursday, when I usually left after my lecture to be in Maine over the weekend  to work on the raven project. I was anticipating getting back into the woods, and in my mind I already felt being there before arriving. The raven work involved incredible discipline, to get even a smidgen of data to write about. But the trees were always all around.  They were like familiar old friends that I had perhaps taken for granted. I started thinking of themes and chapters, and late at night after I had walked through the forest up to my camp, I lit my propane lamp, I sat down and wrote down a draft of an outline that seemed to flow off my pencil.