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We meander through the woods, the whine of mosquitoes in our ears. Mendes plays owl calls—they sound like the squeaks of a mangled dog toy—from a handheld speaker in an attempt to solicit a response.

If you’ve driven or walked down a street and spotted tree trunks wrapped with sheet metal, you may have been stumped. These ...