Capitalizing on S At the Governor's Re Sometimes even Gov. Tom Wolf and his staff don't know who is on the guest list or how long they'll be staying. I T'S HARD NOT to admire the Governor's Residence and its colonial charm as you motor north up Second Street. But if you'd have focused on that big sycamore behind the home this past June and early July, you might have caught a glimpse of a new first family. This past May, a pair of state-endangered yellow-crowned night herons squatted in the crown of that sycamore. They were starting a nest a little late for yellow-crowns, which usually begin in early to mid-April, so they likely encountered hardship somewhere else 20 first. A pillaging raccoon? Egg-stealing crow? Wind? It's hard to say. Since almost every recorded yellowcrown nest in Harrisburg the past six or so years has been in a sycamore, it's really no surprise the new residents at 2035B N. Front St. chose one, too. Maybe it's because sycamores are strong native trees with spacious crowns. In some cultures, the enduring sycamore is known as a tree that provides protection. Security surely has something to do with the yellow-crowns that nested behind the Governor's Residence.