So I was out in the front yard the other day, trying to "weed" in
preparation for my rental inspection.  Found a kid's soccer ball way
deep inside a bush.  I pulled it out and put it on the side of the
road/driveway, thinking some kids from the neighbourhood might take it
if they lost it.
The real estate lady came for the inspection and since I know that it
was her who actually used to live in this house before us, I asked her
if they had left the ball behind.  She said no, so I left it out there
for another day and a bit.
This evening, I decided I might as well keep the ball and chucked it
over the fence into the back yard.  Vino was inside sleeping on the bed.
After Vino's dinner, he wanted out, as is usual now.  I opened the back
door and he raced out.  I was watching from the window and it was the
funniest thing I've ever seen!
He raced out full speed until he saw the ball in the middle of the lawn.
Suddenly, he puffed up real big, with a ridge on his back and his
tailfeathers all fluffed out like a giant bunny tail.  He pranced up to
the ball sideways until he got to within a couple of feet.  Then he
suddenly lost all his bravado and got into the "Creepin' Jesus" position
and carefully crept up to it.  He skulked around it, doing a 360 degree
inspection of the foreign object, sniffing it carefully.
Then he regained some courage and puffed up again, sidled up to the ball
and gave it a great big whack.  The ball rolled about a foot.
Vino hightailed it back inside and has been sleeping off the excitement
ever since.