A 2002 article in The Seattle Weekly described our neighborhood, Sunset Hill in far western Ballard, like this: "It's quiet: By day, seagulls squawk, starlings jabber, and crows forewarn; at night, the sea lions bark from Shilshole Bay."
I stepped out onto our back patio at 10 this morning to have a cup of tea and study a book on herb gardens and was greeted by what have become the new sounds of Sunset Hill: The screeching of power saws and the pounding of nail guns. On the street behind us, a developer is raising a small house three storys in the air to create a megamansion with view. Welcome to Ground Zero of the "Supersize Me" housing movement infecting 34th Avenue NW.
Move over, seagulls -- I'm squawking too.