Pecking away

The men from the power company showed up with a lift to check out our power pole the other day. It turns out that we have the last wooden pole in the entire river valley.

Which is fine with us, in fact we would like to keep it that way. Because our woodpeckers just wouldn't cotton to no metal pole.

They told Leslie that there is a little hole on top of the pole and that the whole thing should probably be replaced.

Sure there is a little damage to the very top of the pole, but the pole is structurally sound. I would sorely miss my acorn woodpeckers.

Wooden pole has served us well for the last thirty years, suspect it is good for at least another thirty, not that we have much of a say in the matter.

I'm sure that the power company could not give a damn about the birds. Where will they go?