Local Hoarders

There is a house that we pass every time that we go to town that is an endless source of fascination for me.  There is always a menagerie of livestock that seems to rotate through their field. 

 It was quite a surprise to see the sofa thrown down the steps and the love seat in the yard.  It's been that way for several months now.

I really thought they were cleaning up last fall when a line of garbage bags appeared to the right of the house.  But it has just turned into a compost heap and now trash is blowing all through the field.
It's a sad sight to pass every day.