Recently, I went kayaking in the estuary near the Courtenay Marina, a favourite summer activity. In the space of an average living room, I picked up three discarded cans, one water bottle, five plastic bottle tops, including one that had a ringed attachment, several chocolate bar wrappers, some small pieces of Styrofoam. I didn’t pick up seven cigarette butts. I wish I were fluent in the languages of fish, ducks, shorebirds and song birds so that I could warn the parents that their young babies might die from eating some of these dangerous items.
When will my species quit treating waterways as garbage dumps?
I suppose I shouldn’t complain because probably I will make 20 cents when I recycle the cans and bottle. Perhaps I covered the bottom line but I don’t think it is sustainable economics.