Two top fisheries research scientists from South America will deliver a talk on sustainability in small-scale fisheries at the Chilmark Public Library this coming Monday, Oct. 12 at 3 p.m. Ana M. Parma and Jose Orensanz are research scientists working with the Argentine Council for Science and Technology and have both been chosen to participate in the prestigious Pew Fellows in Marine Conservation program.

It all started with a déjà vu birding experience by Whit Manter. He was returning from a trip off-Island on Sunday, October 4. As he drove out to his house on Tisbury Great Pond, he spotted a bird which he recognized as a rare visitor. The reason Whit was able to identify the bird quickly is that he spotted the same spe cies, a Say’s phoebe, six years before in almost the exact location!

The future for living local is moving beyond eating Island-grown vegetables and fruits. Vineyarders are already eating Island-raised poultry on an increasingly large scale, and a growing group of farmers would like to see that expanded to include local beef, pork, lamb and venison.

In a special forum at the Living Local Harvest Festival on Saturday at the Agricultural Hall in West Tisbury, three farmers and a local chef spoke about their hope for a slaughterhouse on the Vineyard, despite a daunting array of government restrictions.

I was planning its demise all week and thinking about whom to blame. Would it be Colonel Mustard in the billiard room with a wrench, Professor Plum in the kitchen with a candlestick, or maybe Mrs. Peacock in the study with a lead pipe?

None of those would have been the correct answer. Had I gone through with the murder, the one to blame would have been the director in the field with a saw.

By LYNNE IRONS

I understand that part of the aging process is the acceleration of time but honestly didn’t this summer just fly by? I find it hard to believe that we are well into October. After the cold wet spring we never did experience a long hot summer. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the dog days – humid and miserable with the white sky. The hot weather crops didn’t do as well as hoped. I probably picked four or five sweet hot peppers from dozens of plants. Oh well!