True story: There was a ground hog who lived under the left field fence of our softball field. I hit a ball that rolled to the fence–a sure double–and then disappeared before the left fielder could retrieve it. The ball had rolled into the ground hog’s burrow and couldn’t be reached–presuming anyone cared to thrust his hand down the burrow. There was no ground rule covering the situation, so I had an easy home run.
Just try doing that trick on purpose!
Almost as cute as a Quokka. It’s so good to see animals enjoying their lives. Thanks for posting this.