Our back yard backs up to a creek that runs through Ferry Park. There’s a disc golf course running along the creek and golfers are forever loosing their discs in our yard, hence the broken down fence in this picture, or loosing them in the creek.
H has a stack of those discs he has retrieved from the yard. Me? I’d just throw them back over the fence. He takes it personal when someone climbs over our fence to collect a wayward disc. You can’t blame him when he’s posted no trespassing signs along it in plain sight, can you?
One day he caught a kid in the back yard getting ready to climb back over the fence after gathering up two disc’s and he made him walk up to the front of the house and around the block to get back to the golf course. I’m sure he is getting a reputation for being the grumpy old man of the neighborhood.
We should put in a gate when we get the new fence installed. But will they use it? And will they close it behind them? I doubt it. You should see what they have to climb through just to get to our fence.
Now and then we get a knock at our door from a golfer who has a little sense asking if it’s ok to go in our back yard to hunt for his disc. That’s few and far between, but I always thank them politely for the favor.
Yesterday evening after the storm – aka Tropical Storm/Hurricane Hermine which we didn’t get much activity from except for the rising of the creek – we noticed this from our window.
She’s wading in after her lost disc and he is standing in the background watching. I wonder if she knows there are snakes and alligator snapping turtles residing in that body of water. We saw a snake slithering through the water a few evenings ago when we were feeding the turtles, not far from where she is standing. There was also one curled up on the bank earlier this summer. We know there is a family of alligator snapping turtles in residence – a baby, Mom, Dad, and Grandpa!