This general subject has been raised more than once in the past, but I might record that on my return this week, after many years, to the golf course (my aged person’s orienteering program being interrupted by a temporary medical condition)
I found that on two visits to Royal Narrabundah an A Raven picked up and dropped my ball, on the second occasion (today) picking it up again and flying off with it, out of sight. On each occasion the ball was orange. My companion suggested ‘they like coloured
balls’, but when I queried the evidence for that statement it amounted only to a single instance involving a yellow ball at Bowral some years ago. The problem now is that when one has difficulty locating one’s ball, one has a nagging suspicion that a bird
might have flown off with it. This adds to the other discouragements that frequently attend this particular activity. On Monday my (different) companion’s ball struck an Australian Wood Duck, not a surprising development, given the numbers grazing on the
fairways.
