Chuck a choo choos, shooby doo wop dee wops and wah wah oohs echoed in Merrily Fenner’s basement at a band rehearsal for Serendipity, the Island’s new mostly-female doo wop group. The band features Ms. Fenner on bass or guitar, Christine McLean on rhythm guitar, Chris Seidel on drums, Janis Syslo on tambourine, Mark Mazer on guitar, and the occasional Penny Huff on bass.

At 6:45 a.m. on a Saturday morning near the Poucha Pond salt marsh at Chappaquiddick, a few fishermen lined the shores and a handful of binocular-bearing biologists and birders walked through the dunes. Otherwise, the land was bare of human activity.

But in the sky a bird with deep black and bright white striped wings swooped nearby. The binoculars went up.

“That’s a willet,” said Luanne Johnson, director of the nonprofit BiodiversityWorks dedicated to wildlife research, monitoring and mentoring.

Off a dirt road in West Tisbury, 18 people slept in a four-bedroom house. Five beds in one room, three in another. But it was not high summer. It was not even June. It was the Off Season. Off Season is the name of an independent film that just finished shooting on the Island. The writer of the movie, Erik Lieblein, is familiar with the Vineyard’s quiet season. For most the cast and crew, though, it was their first experience with the empty beaches, quiet roads and closed restaurants of the Vineyard in early spring. For some it was their first visit to the Island during any season.

Chilmark executive secretary Tim Carroll and West Tisbury firefighter Glenn DeBlase boarded a plane for the Caribbean on Wednesday morning this week, kicking off the first initiative for the recently founded Sister Islands program between Martha’s Vineyard and the island of Saint Vincent.

Last October, hair-stylist Seniel Hannagan shaved her head.

These days she has long red hair that falls well below her shoulders.

“I’ve had every hair cut but I hadn’t shaved my head yet,” Seniel said. “But that growing out phase is never good. I got to the point where I was like, what am I going to do, wear a hat all summer?”

Assistant brew master Jay Bergantim emerged from behind a thick cloud of steam as he scooped excess grain from the shiny copper mash pot in the brew room.

Up a small ladder, brew master Neil Atkins hovered over his latest creation. Doors and pots clanged. Water bubbled, boiled and popped. From inside the giant kettle, steam steadily rose to the top of the room.

“Last time we forgot to open up the chimney,” Mr. Atkins said. “So honestly this whole place was full of steam. Just a wall of steam.”