Otherwise known as feeling twitchy. If I was an animal, it would be a highly territorial one.
Those of you with a passing knowledge of Connecticut may have heard of the long running arguments over trees vs roads. There is a sizable faction in the state DOT, backed by the ever whimsical voter, who yowls for clear cuts 100 feet back from Either side of the road. On the pretext that then the power will never go out and people will never die. Or at least not die from the physics of tree plus car. This conveniently ignores a number of things, not least the fact that the DOT only owns 25 feet to either side of the road. In some places they have done a fifty foot cut, without any particular consultation.
They like cutting trees and they have been making money from cutting the trees. Which is laudable, better than chipping them, and I completely understand the need for proper maintenance. But it makes me twitchy. Those seventy-five feet contain some very nice, very large oak, pine, and spruce here. And they do not belong to the state.
So the appearance of a bright orange ribbon and arrow? Twitchy. Nothing in the woods is marked, but it means something and I don’t know what. Except what I have seen in other areas.
Funny how there is no contact number for general inquiries, just the classic drop-down box form, without a category about trees.
The State would be better spending their time by telling people/drivers why they hit the trees. Because they look at them while driving.
“Your eyes tell your hands where to go”. Or, “Why does the drunk hit the only tree on the side of a road for 10 miles?” Because the drunk is looking at it. A baseball player doesn’t look at the pitcher after the pitcher throws the ball, he looks at the ball. A tennis player doesn’t watch the other player, they look at the ball. The drunk looks at the tree and hopes they don’t hit it/ So, they do hit it.