Birding Washington, by Rob and Natalie McNair-Huff, A FalconGuide, The
Globe Pequot Press, c. 2005.

Backyard Birds of Washington, How to Identify and Attract the Top 25
Birds, by Bill Fenimore, Gibbs Smith, c. 2009.

A Birder’s Guide to Washington, by Hall Opperman with contributions
from WOS, American Birding Association, c. 2003.

Field Guide to the Birds of Western North America, National
Geographic, Ed. by Jon L. Dunn and Jonathan Alderfer, c. 2008.

Birds of Washington State, by Brian Bell, Lone Pine Publishing, c. 2006.

The Photographic Guide to Birds of the World, Ed. Dr. Andrew Gosler,
Mallard Press, c. 1991.

Sibley Field Guide to the Birds of western North America, by David
Allen Sibley, Alfred A. Knopf, c. 2003.

Smithsonian Field Guide to the Birds of North America, by Ted Floyd,
Scott & Nix - Harper Collins Publishers, c. 2008.

Western Birds, by Roger Tory Peterson, The Peterson Field Guide
Series, Houghton Mifflin, Co., c. 1990.

Birds of the Puget Sound, by Bob Morse Tom Aversa Hall Opperman, R. W.
Morse Co., c. 2003.

A flicker has visited on several days in the backyard and was heard in a tree towards the Southern most side. Usually, flickers are noticed on the Northeastern side only.

Squirrels are attacking my bird feeding station and the suet feeder. I moved the suet feeder so that it would be more of a challenge for them. There are three grey squirrels and a two large nests here.

I found a chestnut buried in the dirt. It was a rather large chestnut, too. I wonder when it was buried as the chestnut was still tender on the inside. I can’t imagine a squirrell packing that chestnut all the way over here to bury it. I have not noticed any nearby chestnut trees. I will have to investigate.

A flock of unidentified birds were visiting this week. Medium sized grey wings, black spotted/orange-red spotted breast, and usually are seen in the trees undercover. About 20 of them were feeding on the lawn after the dog and I took a walk. I’ve noticed this type bird in the bushes/trees earlier, but it has never come out of the tree line.

There have been flocks of European Starlings that are flying noisily from tree to tree.

What surprised me was this really neat poem that was written:

Beneath the Garry Oak
D. R. Thysell, January 21, 2004

From the Fraser through the Puget Trough and down Columbia way,
Up the Willamette, across the Rogue, around San Francisco Bay.
In seas of green were islands, of camas and crimson and gold.
This was the land of the Garry Oak, its story here is told.

Once, it wasn’t long ago, a very few hundred years.
Yes, once, up and down the coast, before the hungry pioneers.
In seas of green were islands, where salmon and oak did abound,
And meadows and savannahs and the baffling Mima mounds.

But we live our lives the best we can beneath the Garry Oak.
Day after swiftly changing day of questioning and hope.
The woodlands, once so plentiful, now fading into memory,
Living our lives the best we can beneath the Garry Oak.

From Victoria and the San Juan Isles to near Los Angeles.
Up and over the Cascade crest far from the ocean breeze.
In seas of green were islands, where kinsmen gathered, it seems.
Beneath and because of the Garry Oak, and salmon-filled emerald streams.

Not so very long ago the woodlands transformed.
Prairies to pasture, changes now faster than evolutionary norm.
In seas of green are islands invaded, engulfed, and ignored.
Beneath the oaks lies a challenging question: “Can they be restored?”

But we’ll live our lives the best we can beneath the Garry Oak.
Year after rapidly changing year of struggle and of hope.
The meadows hemmed with ancient oaks now vanishing beneath the sea
Of green, yet what of the acorn cache beneath the Garry Oak?

When western shores were settled, about ten thousand years ago.
The Garry Oak abided, where, exactly, we’ll probably never know.
In seas of green were islands that fire certainly spawned.
Flames on the prairies combating Doug-fir, oak’s long indispensable bond.

The oaks have stood the test of time till not so long ago.
Canopies that for centuries held wonders we’ll now never know.
If just one ancient oak could talk, what would it have to say?
Or should, instead, we question who would listen, here, today?
The oaks would surely ask us who would listen here, today.

But we’re living our lives the best we can beneath the Garry Oak.
Centuries and centuries of agonizing hope.
Barely free from ice’s grip, on gravelly plain and precipice.
Living its life the best it can: the stately Garry Oak.

From the Fraser through the Puget Trough and down Columbia Way.
And if just one ancient oak could talk, what would it have to say?
This is the land of the Garry Oak, its story now is told.

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It has been said that the Garry Oak was so named after a man by the name of Nicolas Garry of the Hudson Bay Company around or between 1822-1835.

That makes three out of nine acorns and 33% of the plantings took root. Seed collection has begun with two handfuls of acorns passing the float test.

This is where the acorns are soaked for 24 hours and the weak float and are fed to the squirrels.

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This is the ONLY sample listed from Yelm, WA taken in 1891 of a Garry Oak:

Ex Herbarium Young Naturalists’ Society

14.

Quercus garryana Dougl. (Fagaceae)

Det. #1 by G. N. Jones. USA, Washington,

Thurston County: Yelm.

46.94222° N, -122.60472° W, WGS 84, Gref. program

Origin: Native;

Specimen Fertility: Cones C.V.P., 1119. 1 Sep, 1891.

WTU-5872

See file

And the University of Washington Herbarium

Seed collection was from midway mark on Canal Road S. E.  Some seeds were green some appeared older. Acorns are forming now, and are not quite ready to drop. Most acorns are still attached, and only dropped after this past weeks rain and wind.  There are several oaks on this roadside and many are too young to form acorns, yet. Someone in the past month or so has wrecked at this location.  Several large pieces of glass were found at this location along with much trash and debris either from blown garbage, wreckless littering, or construction.