The last four successive Mondays, Will, Sawyer and I have gone out to the Nevada County Country Club golf course at around 7pm to play a few holes of golf...last night was our greatest success; we got 7 holes done before the whining (Sawyer's) commenced!
To that little guy's credit, he sure has been a trooper. He sleeps, he checks out his mommy's swing, he watches his daddy's putts, he plays with his own bright yellow golf ball, he's a willing participant in the game we have to play to avoid the sprinklers.
Last night I even par'd (parred? pared? had a par?) hole 6!
We even were the lucky recipients of a visit by this little guy:
Yikes! Wheeling Sawyer along the cartpath we screeched to a hault when I found what, at first glance, looked to be a lobster. In reality it was a giant, lost crawdad, some 50 yards from its pond hangout.
If you're ever in need of an unusual fauna encounter on a golf course, I'm your woman: I've hit a deer in the arse, been stalked by a 6 foot iguana, watched a duck get its neck broken by a ball (awful), had a squirrel pick up my golf ball and attempt to carry it off, and probably other incidents I'm forgetting.
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