OK, maybe I got a little carried away about Ballard turning into a post-Yuppie enclave ("Flee Ballard").
Because this afternoon I saw something on NW 80th St. that I'd have a hard time imagining in any other Seattle neighborhood.
Our first clue was the crows.
Three of them were pecking at six salmon scattered across a lawn. At first I thought the fishes might be some kind of yard art, but on closer inspection, it was clear they were real salmon, frozen, and still covered with ice crystals. As Rae and I drew closer, the crows retreated. Then the front door of the house opened and a woman emerged.
"There are frozen fishes on your lawn," I said.
"Oh yeah," she responded. "I put them there. The birds will eat them."
She walked to her car, got in, and drove off, leaving Rae and me to wonder.
"Do you suppose she bought the fish to feed the birds, or do you think she had them in her freezer and they were too old to use so she's giving them to the birds instead of just throwing them away?" Rae asked.
I had no idea. But I was relieved to find out this wasn't one of those strange phenomena you read about in which fishes rain from the sky. It was just...Ballard.