The view out the southern facing side of the house is wonderful, every morning I stand in front of the kitchen sink drinking coffee and watching the creatures that roam around the area. (Well, not so much in the winter because it’s pitch black out there when I get my coffee.)
So it’s shocking to walk into the kitchen and see this. They’ve “fixed” that pole three times in the two and a half years that we’ve lived here. Well, I suppose over fixing is better than neglect.