This ball wound up inside our upper pasture fence one day, and then finally rolled about 250 feet downhill until it fetched up on the fence, at one of the driveway's "S" curves. And there it sits, because it just brings out my inner Nebbercracker. While I know that in a day or two, I'll climb up there and get it and drop it off in the yard of the kids it must belong to, part of me is gleefully cackling, "It's MINE, now, you young hooligans!"
I'd also like, just once, to holler, "YOU KIDS GIT OFF MY LAWN!" But sadly, our "lawn" is totally inaccessible to the casual trespasser. Oh, well.