Trees seduced my wife and me into buying our house. In 1998, we moved to Seattle, where I had grown up. Like most people, we made the home tour scene, seeing the good, the bad, and the truly ugly. Who would want an all-black (all fixtures, too) bathroom? Then one day, our agent sent us to a neighborhood well outside of my youthful experiences. Plain from the outside with a grass front yard, a lone crabapple, and three sad-looking rhododendron, the house was equally as unadorned inside with renter’s-white walls and tan carpets. But the backyard was beyond compare: three magnificent Douglas firs, the biggest of which we couldn’t wrap our arms around.
Amazing Doug fir—and even cooler that you have your own eagles and hawks!! I read somewhere that the first urban eagle’s nest in Seattle was found in only 1980 at Seward Park (which feels relatively recent). I still see a pair of eagles there whenever I go by, usually perched on one of the tallest Doug firs. They pick their homes well.
An Ode to Our Backyard
Amazing Doug fir—and even cooler that you have your own eagles and hawks!! I read somewhere that the first urban eagle’s nest in Seattle was found in only 1980 at Seward Park (which feels relatively recent). I still see a pair of eagles there whenever I go by, usually perched on one of the tallest Doug firs. They pick their homes well.