A pocket of genuine old-growth forest in the middle of West Seattle, dim and quiet under the big trees. Woodpeckers, creepers, and kinglets move through in mixed flocks, and the setting is unmatched: this is what the whole peninsula looked like before the city.
Song fills the ravine by April.
Thrush song at dawn is the draw.
Mountain birds drop into the lowland forest.
Mixed flocks and a chance of owls.
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