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 [link removed; see note below].

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.

Note: This blog post used to link to the page at http://chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php?id=11 , which showed the skeleton of a bird on the sand. The bird’s stomach contents were visible, and alarming. A golf ball was one of the things the bird had eaten; perhaps that contributed to the bird’s death. I’ve removed the link to that photograph, because the photographer has re-organized his website, and – apparently – removed the photo.

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