Golf Mystery on The Derby Farm

It wasn't Connor.  It certainly wasn't James.  Doug didn't do it. So who?  Who has been driving golf balls in the front pasture? While the sheep have been grazing on the front lawn (leaving their mushy sheep dung every where to step in, by the way) I thought this an opportune time to throw rye seed out onto their pasture for a little extra nutrition later. I was carrying my handled pink bucket tossing out the seeds, when I came across something I'd never seen in the field before. A golf driver and two golf balls!   Of course, I immediately blamed my 14 year old son.  No one else in my family would leave a perfectly good golf club out in the elements.  I called him on my cell phone to come out here right now and pick it up.  Connor had no idea what I was talking about.  James wouldn't dare to venture out where the sheep graze, and he doesn't golf.  So, I called Doug. Doug was as dumb founded as I was about the find.

So who did it?  Perhaps whoever the golfer is has figured out when we are home or not.  We don't park the cars in the garage, so it is not hard to figure out. But, we are home most of the time!  (Just because the cars aren't there doesn't mean someone isn't home.) Maybe it's a Sunday morning golfer.  Who ever it is, must have been scared off by something to leave a perfectly good driver in the field. How did they flee? Unless they came through the front gate in the barn pen, they would have to hop the fence which isn't easy.   I couldn't see where they had gotten in. Certainly not through the ram's pasture.  I don't like this mystery!


This means someone is watching us, and knows our comings and goings to feel free enough to casually play golf on our property.  They must feel comfortable enough with sheep to pull this off. Although, since the sheep have mowed down the front pasture quite nicely, I can see that it might be tempting for someone to want to golf out there.  Think I had better post private property KEEP OUT signs now.  Seems pretty obvious, though, that a sheep grazing field surrounded by fences near a house is private property.  And, can't help feeling a little violated.  Some one has trespassed on our property again. Of course, playing golf is not as bad as stealing my mother's silver, but it still feels bad.  What else has been done here that we don't know about or haven't noticed on The Derby Farm?