Rubber Ball in Hay Bale
We find a variety of interesting objects in our hay bales. This year’s special is a rubber ball. It’s pretty chewed up, probably from the haying machine.
Other year’s we’ve found iron rods, knives, hose clamps, tent posts and all sorts of interesting things. See the Found objects for more…
Outdoors: 31°F/19°F Sunny
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Daily Spark: When I went off the deep end I spread my wings and flew…
Walter Jeffries Tinker, Tailor… A bit eclectic & a tad eccentric, polymath, quantum mechanic & Farmer. Also lucky at cards.
When I bought our land in 1998 it was wooded. In it was a blue rubber ball.
During construction it moved around the land, staying within eyesight of the house but sometimes on different sides of it. The builders talked about how it moved to and fro overnight. I moved in, moved out and moved back in again. Through two hurricanes and several real bad supercell storms it remained.
Ten years later it finally disappeared.
Two days later a new ball arrived of a slightly different size and color. Almost six years later it is still moving around our woods.
I kid you not.
I like this story. Seems to be the way of our life, doesn’t it? : )
Pretty much. My wife used to hate the thing but didn’t know the history (she wasn’t even on my radar when I bought this land). She didn’t believe me until “the swap”.
I caught her tossing a used exercise ball into the woods last year. She wondered if the other one was lonely. So yeah, it’s gotten to be a bit of a joke around here.
The exercise ball also remains.
I am confused. Is this a ball that you can actually go out and pick up? Did you examine it and then choose to leave it there. Seems like there may be a young spirit who likes to play. Does the exercise ball move about too?
I love this category of posts!
Gross thought of the day, month, year… What if you find a kid’s shoe in the next bail…….with the foot still in it.
That is truly a gross thought and I’ll not thank you for the image. I did once find a boot buried in our field. There was nobody in it, fortunately.
I can handle most anything we find when we bale hay, except those dead snakes. Especially when they turn out not to be dead at all.
My first thought was it’s a glove
This post originally appeared back in April. There appears to be a bug in the new version of WordPress that caused the post to move into the pending queue and get republished now in November when I did the latest upgrade. I haven’t seen any other oddities so hopefully it was just an anomaly.