My neighbour used to lob golf balls over here - we had a running feud over his wild parties with fireworks scaring my horses, one year he set the fence and part of the bush behind his place on fire…
I would find these golf balls everywhere! So I would pick them up for my BIL who plays golf. I would get a bucket of them!
Then one day I was chatting on the cell out at the back fence next to their place and through the hedge I could see them sitting outside, so cheeky me says to my friend ‘oh hey! And found another golf ball, my neighbours like to practice their golf swing, I find the balls everywhere, I esp like the pink ones. And pick them up for my BIL - he hasn’t had to buy balls one this year!’.
After that I never did find anymore golf balls hahaha
But they did tear my mailbox off the post and burn it in their bonfire…. It was plastic. The next one I bought was metal and bolted onto the post with 5” lag bolts.
Neighbours….
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Well yesterday when I got home I had another freak out. Flopsy seems to have had her comb pecked and bled like crazy, and you know what white chickens are like!
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Poor girl, she had some cuddles (she is very sweet - gosh I love those Azurs), it looks like the back tip that is affected.