pb, the poor little buggers are destined at birth. There it is, all new and shiny, your like a proud new dad. It could happen on their first attempt to fly. They get airborne, flying like a pro, but haven't learned how to adjust to wind shears. Suddenly, and without warning, they crash into the burn. Since they are still a newborn they can't swim, so they drown. Worse yet they suffer an agonizing fate suffocating in god awful weeds. The cruelest part of being a ball is, they have enjoyed 3-4 wonderful rounds, getting the hang of the game, then pooof, a voice yells, " Time to die you old fart" and they are vaporized on the spot. And the circle of life (quite short mind you), goes on. Every time I lose one, I take a few seconds of silence, and think, you poor little bugger you never stood a chance. RIP little ball.