How do you judge the intent of a drone flying over your property?
I grant that's non-trivial. But there is a way to at least reasonably guess. The only prerequisite is being human.
What is the intent behind the quadrocopter that's currently over my property?
A} Its owner intends to irradiate me and kill me with an experimental weapon system.
B} Its owner is hoping that I take my pants off so they can film my genitals and blackmail me.
C} Its owner is hoping that I work on some secret invention in plain sight so they can steal it.
D} Its owner is a random neighbor who is flying his new toy for random fun and it has NOTHING to do with me.
Did you guess D? Because ninety nine times out of a hundred, if the drone's operator is a human being, that's the correct answer. I mean, yeah, maybe they're going to get some footage of you picking your nose or scratching your balls or something silly but people being people, these things aren't being bought by-and-large for nefarious reasons. Because there aren't that many truly nefarious ones.
I see a drone flying over, I take it out. Period.
Why? What - in short - does it matter to you? I don't mean in this in the sense of police stopping you and searching your car without cause and "if you don't have anything to hide, it's okay" but rather in the sense of "where is the harm?" Note, I'm not talking about prolonged, patterned, or heavily repeated traffic that signals something specific... I'm talking about the once-in-a-while zip over your property line.
There's something I just can't grasp about this degree of territorial behaviour.
The asshole flying the drone can then present is case to the local judge and explain why I have his drone in my yard.
Wow. Just to be clear, if your neighbor's seven-year-old is gifted a drone and flies it over your property a few times, getting it somewhere interesting or just generally goofing around, that kid is inherently an asshole? I mean, I grant that respect for another person's property (physical and land) is a good thing, but I'm a bit taken aback by the intolerance of what most likely is the equivalent of "oh, darn, my ball just fell in Mr. Wilson's yard... I'll just climb the fence and go get it."