One morning a few years ago I found over five dozen golf balls on a Gabriola beach. Some were lodged between rocks, some were half-buried in sand, some were tangled in seaweed. Lots were just perched on the sand.

The tide had brought them in, but from where? I had visions of a flock of golf balls, bobbing across the sea to Gabriola from some golf course many miles away. Puzzling.

I collected all those golf balls and took them home. I don’t play golf, but I was worried that some bird or animal might eat a golf ball and die as a result. Was I worrying too much? I wondered. But anyway, golf balls all over the place don’t make for a natural-looking beach.

It’s happened many time since, the golf-balls-on-Gabriola-beach thing. (From Whalebone all the way to Sandwell.) Somebody told me that it’s all due to a guy who has waterfront property on Gabriola, and a love of golf. Apparently he likes to hit golf balls into the sea for fun and relaxation. Huh. What does he think will happen to all those golf balls?

Today I came across some photos I’d like to show to our waterfront golfer. If you’re concerned about wildlife and the environment, take a look at these photos taken by Chris Jordan.

The birds in the photos aren’t the kind we have on Gabriola, but the shots show that at least some kinds of creatures eat stupid stuff made by humans — and suffer for it.