We live on a sort of island, with our own bridge that spans wetlands.
Our complex was built 20+ years ago, tucked into a tract of woods. We’re ringed with forest, seemingly impenetrable in our back yard, but on the other side of the complex only a line of trees separates those condos from a street with a few houses. However, there’s only one road leading in from Main Street. In theory, there is locked gate that leads to that street with the houses, but it’s only for emergencies (tidal waves? Zombie attack? Bridge trolls?) and you’d have to drive across someone’s yard to get there.
So. it’s kind of a big deal that we’ve had a restoration crew here for several weeks sprucing and strengthening the underside of our bridge. People must have been zooming over, likely sending who knows what down on the workmen below.
Thus, we now have plywood over the metal grating, 3 speed bumps on this short distance, and traffic is down to one lane.
We’re all getting a refresher course in courtesy. Meanwhile, it must be fall because the gang is back, out from
the woods and clucking away in our yard.