Three grackles perched on a power line, crowed all at once and then fell silent as I walked under. The largest turned its head and followed my walk past them and around the corner. The smallest dropped acorns which struck the ground in unison with my left foot at my every-other pace.

A sign painted on the pavement, south to north, with red spray paint, by utilities personnel, indicating first the direction of current, and second a pike with a carry handle.