The other day I was cleaning up wood in the yard, and see something red in the dirt. I pull it up, and it's one of my pennywhistles. The label wore off, but I'm pretty sure it's the Generation in G I gave my daughter. The hole spacing was too small for me to play. It's probably been out there 10 years. The tree work turned it up. The body's cracked, but when I get some time, I'll see if I can clean it up and get it to play again.
Can't believe I never saw it all these years. It was near my clothesline, so it had plenty of opportunities to be found.