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The crows are being very secretive. In my search for the elusive baby crow of the season I had a little yellow bird wiz past me. What was it a canary on the loose? What could it be? When I got home and zoomed up the pictures against my Field Guides I discovered he/she was a Golden Crowned Warbler. A little gift of gold in the madrona tree tops.
Serendipity means a “fortuitous happenstance” or “pleasant surprise”. That so describes how I feel when I find the little crow ones. Over the years as I gather blog material, I have to remember to let the moment come to me. The picture above was when I was walking to the beach and there in a small garden next to the street a baby sat. His parents were not happy I noticed but I was beside myself at the opportunity to capture his little pink mouth and blue eyes.
Bird watching teaches us that we have to be open for the unexpected and enjoy what is thrown at us. Many people are focused on what they think they should be doing or seeing. Then they miss these special gifts given to us.
The next two photos are also great examples of just being in the right place at the right time. First is a snapshot of not one but three little baby crows on a roof. How did I know they were youngsters? The cry of a baby crow is so recognizable. They sing Mama Mama. I heard this trio long before I saw them and was glad they posed for the camera.
The last photo is the baby crow I rescued. Not something I suggest you do. It is an obligation to feed and tend a young creature for months. If you find a young bird on the ground, it is best to leave them for their parents to protect. Young Crows do not fly very well at first and do fall into gardens. As long as a cat, raccoon or dog doesn’t find them they will get up in bushes and fledge eventually. My baby crow was inches from the fangs of a cat. So, I snatched her up and we became the parents of a crow. If you want to know more about that adventure you can read some of my earlier posts on baby crows and the special one we called Ellie.
This year I have not found the perfect view of a nest yet. Maybe I won’t or maybe I will, there is time still. We do have several babies in our neighborhood. We can hear them this weekend belting out that baby call. One is in a tree one house over. The parents are being very secretive and so we have not pin-pointed the nest yet. Next door to us in our neighbors backyard tree grouping we keep seeing a lot of activity. Again, the parents are being freaky even to David who has fed them all kinds of food for years. They are on a mission and don’t want any interlopers.
Open your eyes and ears for your special serendipity moments!! They are there for the taking.
Wrens are these little brown birds that have the biggest heart. In spring they burst into song. One will be walking through the woods and wonder where that big voice is coming from. Then you see this little guy standing on a stump, branch or fern shouting at the top of his lungs. It just doesn’t seem right and it takes your brain a bit to absorb his ditty.
Here is a little video I took. Sorry to say he knew I was around and went quiet. However, you get to see how his little tail stands straight up and he is a brown wonder in the forest.
In Seattle over the last couple of weeks the blossoms have been popping all over. We had the wettest March in recorded history and couple that with some mild weather… what do you get SPRING!!
Today I went to two estate sales close to a set of bridges that are called several names – I-90 Bridges, Lake Washington Floating Bridges, Lacey V. Murrow Memorial Floating Bridge. This gate took me to a very eclectic sale and a gentleman who told me a few historical facts about the bridges. We had a good discussion about how the street he lived on used to be an entrance to the original tunnels & floating bridge. He told me that down at the end of the street were some old pieces of that bridge. So, I took my trusty camera with me & took some photos.
There is quite a bit of history about these bridges that date back almost 100 years when it was first conceived in the 1920s.. The first bridge was built & opened in 1940 and their portal into Seattle’s downtown was a pair of soft bore tunnels. They are called the Mt. Baker Tunnels after the neighborhood they go under. Here is a photo from the City of Seattle Photo vault showing them under construction.
The original bridge has been gone since it sunk dramatically in a 1990 storm. It was under repair and it took on water because of some mistakes made by the construction company. That bridge has been replaced and another built along side it. They also built another tunnel next to the twin tunnels. This was one of the final pieces of Interstate 90 that crosses the United States from sea to sea. I believe the last true link is in Wallace Idaho where a traffic light there was finally bypassed in 1991.
I have some connection to this bridge from in the early 1970s when my first husband, his brother and wife and I lived in an old house that was on the Mercer Island side of the bridge. It had been bought in preparation of the I-90 widening and finishing. However, due to litigation, the construction was delayed for years. So, we got to rent this lovely old gem.
Two memories stand out the most. One was a wet slippery snow fall that hit Seattle. At that end of the bridge it rises up from the lake quite a bit. Remember it is a floating bridge resting down on the lake but had to have a normal bridge structure at each end. That was where people were getting stuck. This was the old 4 lane non-divided highway type of road. Not like today where we have freeway here. So, we went down on the bridge and started pushing cars up the grade. Never could do that today!!
The second was a terrible accident that happened at the bulge. The bulge was a curved area that allowed the bridge to open for boat traffic. The new bridges do not have this ability but the old one did. The traffic not only was not divided but it went straight across the lake, then zagged to the right and zigged back to the left. Then it got straight again before it headed up to Mercer Island. This zigging & zagging caused accidents all the time. Lets face it the bridge was built in 1940 and traffic was certainly faster and heavier than then. Not sure why but we had walked down there. This one had a fatality. I think we went there first to see if we could help like in the snow storm. However, it was just so awful that 40 years later it is engraved in my brain.
On a lighter note this walk down memory lane also reminded me of some clothing I still have from an abandoned house above the twin tunnels. We were “junkers” and made our living gathering all the things others left behind or threw away. And believe me recycling was not a big thing even in the 70s. So, we did good & paid the bills. Plus our friends never wanted for baby clothing.
So, here are the photos I took today of this man-made wonder. Hope you enjoy this little bit of history.
Here is a postcard that I had in my collection. It shows how there is an entrance right after the tunnels that are to the left of this photo/painting by Aschel Curtis. Check out above how the railing on the right is still in the park I visited never moved.