When I was a kid, my Mom and I drove out to the country where my great Aunt lived. We found a bird had been hit by the car on the way. I went out to the overgrown field to bury the bird and picked a spot far away. The particular spot I chose produced a softball. Lol! It was a field that was used a ball diamond in the past,but I still found it so odd that the one spot I dug up had a ball in the ground.