Thoughts on Plogging: Mindfulness of Dog Poo, Beer cans and broken wine bottles
Kotishka
Veteran
I do not know about your countries / places, but Lanzarote is unfortunately extremely littered by cans, plastics, and other waste. There is little to no consideration nor education regarding our environment. Recycling has begun a bit late, but we are getting there.
From another thread here, I've encountered this term -plogging- to go for a walk and collect rubbish. I've started doing it quite often to clean at least my most immediate surroundings. The results are great, but I still get angry when I see cans the very next day, particularly when I see a pattern: meaning the same person just doing it again and again. In this case, it is a red Dorada beer can (squashed in a particular way and then thrown), a wine bottle (same brand, always thrown at the same places, same route) and dog poop in a plastic bag (with a particular knot and always left on the ground or next to the plants).
I realised how quickly my mind starts snapping: Look! Again! Sons of bitches! How can they do this? In Spanish it sounds a lot angrier and better I have to say: ¡Otra vez estos hijos de puta! ¡Serán subnormales! Suddenly, I realised how I was littering my mind, just like they are...
No point in complaining about them. I want this parcel to be clean for hedgehogs to roam, cats to rest, and humans to enjoy their walks across.
Small acts of kindness as How mentioned can be powerful. These also count when we are kind to our mind and not pollute it with these thoughts.
Just a bit of eco-buddhist engagement! 
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¿ah ha?!!!
Tee Hee. Exactly so. So much teaching from the ignorant, heedless … and ourselves:
Et cetera, etc, ect …
I thought plogging was a dance? … and it may just be …
https://www.goplogging.org/plogguers
eventually you will maybe be dancing with …
We have a parks service who do this kind of thing…
Here too! But only before the elections.
This is the pick-up kit that I made for myself. It allows me to easily pick up debris at a walking pace with minimal muss & fuss and sanitarily deposit it into an open and waiting recycle bag. About the only thing that touches the garbage is the pick-up stick and the inside of the bag which is great for deteriorating bags of dog poop and PPE. Its maw limitation is about 7 inches across. If the garbage is bigger than that and can't be folded in half, I just keep going because I already know that there is enough smaller debris ahead of me to already fill that bag to the brim. The pick-up stick is like having two fingers that are hanging out an inch above the ground. It's not only easy on the back but it extends your natural reach by 2 1/2 feet.
The glove is for holding the bag ring while the other hand hangs out at the ready like a gunfighter in a western waiting for the next two bit piece of garbage to cross one's path.
Yeah, maybe a little bit of therapy as well couldn't hurt.
Grip n' grab. I think I will invest in one because picking up all those cans did tire my back. But crazy me thought it would be a good work-out. Though to pick up toilet paper with pee leftovers and plastic with dog poop it might come useful...!
A friend of mine invested in an embroidery/tapestry ring. It has as bigger diameter...,.
Go on ahead guys, I'm gunna plalk
Seems someone's dog's making a mess. Cheers to the responsible people picking up after it.
Ploggers of the world.... unite!
Tested out my kit today while pleandering around the park a few blocks from my house.
The Deluxe Gopher II sports a lightweight rotatable frame with a reach of just under three feet.
A lock-and-release hinge allows it to be easily folded up and put in a backpack for transport. Even though the material is fairly thin and feels fragile the plastic and aluminum makes this easy to carry around for long treks. The grabby itself is perfect for half-full beer bottles and lighter rubbish, however I found bags and string and such a bit of a hassle as the grabbing mechanism is not enclosed and these things can get wrapped around in an inconvenient way.
The carrying apparatus is a modified aluminum butterfly damper with a 7" opening and duct clamp of same diameter. Sturdy yet forgiving, the wide width provides good dispersion of weight while resting on the fingers. The downside is a sharp lip which occasionally tears small holes in the bag.
A few hours later I'd picked up a few bags, a sense of well-being, and an appetite.
Safe to say I have a new hobby.
I must admit, at first I thought you wrote Plonkers of the world unite
Only Fools & Horses
He was gunna chuck em! One of us. One of us.
That was a good hunt @FleaMarket
It is a great practice as well to test your equanimity. Trust me...when you see the rubbish returning or people openly throwing more rubbish as you clean. I even told a woman if she could kindly pick up her dog's freshly deposited poo. The woman looked in shock and said: "Ah, he is pooing?" And I nodded with a face of "I really need to explain to you how your dog poos?"
So...There is a new plogger around the hood called Gunther. Oh yeah!
I find that the routes that I clean upon, slowly end up being littered much less than they formally were.
It's almost as if, litter encourages more littering behavior, the way if one person pulls out their cell phone for a gander, those in close vicinity often follow suite, or how one yawner in a group elicits the yawns of their fellows. Now I even see others cleaning up on my routes in-between my ploggings.
One commercial market that supplied a lot of take-out food and used to be a perpetual dumping zone for cast-off food containers, after 10 or 15 of my plogging passes, now sends out some of its employees at the end of the day on litter patrol.
I think it encourages folks to see the connectedness of a shared space within life's terrarium, rather than as isolated entities of a me-first mentality.
Neighbors leave trash in my yard on an almost daily basis as well, @Kotishka and it is not uncommon for me to see out the window someone walking their dogs letting them relieve themselves on the front lawn. Similar to your shocked woman, they likely don't see or care what they do beyond the pooing. A test of what I'm learning applied in the real world indeed. They don't know I enjoy their presence even when I do let them under my skin. Also that I like a good treasure hunt.
The local park is host of all manner of parties and picnic tables, though large debris is hard to come by since the park rangers and guests themselves do such a good job cleaning up. I don't mind them taking the big prizes for themselves. An endless supply of dirt-laden bottle caps and celebratory reflective confetti keeps me busy and the forest is quite crisp and beautiful this time of year.
In Vancouver where I used to live, dog walkers sometimes could be seen studiously stooping and dabbing at the ground with a doggy bag beside their dogs poop, so it looked like they were cleaning it up, but were really just ghosting it while not being left with the task of actually having to carry it away. Fortunately, here in Victoria, that trick has not yet caught on.
You know, the Canadian koan of endlessly apologizing for breathing and wanting to be liked by everyone.
Not much different, I suppose, from watching my Mom, kick her dogs poop under some nearby bush while muttering that it was all about as organic as it could get, as she walked on.
The routes and field I'm cleaning are looking better than ever. I calculate from my daily walks that around 1-2 cans / bottles are dropped per day, but quite happily, there are some days that it goes down to 0.
Really happy that Germany, England and Spain were kicked out of the World Cup because that meant less alcohol, thus less rubbish. And even less people at the hospital.
The challenge now is probably to start my plogging route to the beach that lies 5 minutes away from my house. Let's see what I encounter..
I tend to leave the recyclable bottles and cans alone for at least a week for those who augment their own income by collecting and returning such items. I'm also learning to spot and avoid bits of residential surveyor tape on the street to save me from uselessly fighting with that which is often screwed into the ground.
I find the most persistently littered locations are leading to and from local high & middle schools or any parking lots near any lunchtime food stores but even these spots are requiring an ever-reducing amount of the clean-up time than they did a couple of months ago.
Your good example nearly inspires me to take up the practice. But the local parks service does such a good job, I almost never see any litter.
In Spain we do not have this incentive, but it would be great as I know certain people collect broken furniture and electrodomestics, gathering scrap metal to sell basically. They would become of great further assistance..! But meanwhile, I will be the collector. I like how the streets are looking and the littering spots are slowly reducing their size.
Like you mentioned, littering invites for more litter. Less littering, invites for less litter.
Also, it is a great warm-up on my way to the gym. So bring it on!
It's the hill-side netting to prevent erosion that keeps getting me. I see a bit sticking out of the dirt, give it a tug, nope.
Haven't been out much lately as it's pretty wet and muddy. Don't really want to go to higher traffic areas as the quieter hikes provide a lot of peace walking around a marketplace likely wouldn't. Maybe I'll have to break out of my comfort zone and step up the equanimity practice.
I’ve dreamt of your plogging equipment…
Plogging journal: so the street right in front of my house is cleaner than ever and today, while cleaning my own garden, I decided to plant some remaining aloe vera that have been removed from the main aloe vera plants. The aloe vera developed many "children" around the main plant. I removed many of them and managed to make this.
Courtesy of Lisa that took the picture from the balcony.