Il faut respecter la nature !!!!! c’est tellement agréable de se promener sans rencontrer de détritus……….. mais maintenant, ça n’existe pratiquement plus.

J’habite une ville au Nord de la France et malheureusement nous trouvons toujours des détritus sur les trottoirs. La Ville est obligée de payer des employés pour ramasser toutes ces choses, alors qu’il suffit d’avoir un peu de courage et d’aller jusqu’à la poubelle !!!!!!

Même chose lorsque l’on sort de la ville. Des sacs plastiques, des bouteilles de toutes sortes, etc……

Même si je suis une personne toute simple, j’ai su apprendre à mes enfants à respecter cette nature si belle et eux-mêmes l’ont appris à leurs enfants. L’un des premiers mots d’un de mes petits-fils (2 ans) a été “poubelle”…….

Si tout le monde pouvait faire la même chose, notre monde serait bien plus beau !!!!!

Mr. Parker, I may climb your throne in front of you?
I agree with you. Plastic bags, etc. have no place in the beautiful nature. Bad.
Outside my window is a large tree that has not yet quite lost its leaves, but it will not take long, because the winter is coming. When the wind has blown away the leaves but, then again there is an ugly dark blue plastic bag come to light, like last year and the year before. The tree is much too high and I can not climb like a monkey. And the bag hanging high up in the treetops. What should I do? What should I do? What? …

So if I may enter the throne described, including beer, in front of you, then I would punish those responsible, the throw away the plastic garbage carelessly. There will be no punishment, as by this measure, I think, are these people respect nature more and they also perceive time properly (I hope) and it would eliminate a lot of plastic in nature. A) The criminals wander a year over the country, and collect piece by piece to the garbage or B) these people paddling on the sea and do something good to rid the ocean of plastic.
But it is indeed your throne!

Good day
PP (Germany)
Shame on me for my bad english.

Those damn balloons! I find them everywhere, even in the remotest stretches of the forest where I live! We had to hurry and get them up as fast as possible at a farm I worked at once to keep animals from eating the dang things and getting a terminal blockage! No doubt some wild critters meet their end doing that, too….. When you become Grand Poo-Bah Emperor of the Planet, J. P.(unless I have already taken that position–I also have LOTS of plans for such a promotion….)–I would like to be captain of your execution committee! But if narry happens along those lines, I’ve decided on a humbler, but similar activity. I’m saving it for my doterage–retirees need to have a good hobby, you know! If I live that long….. I’ve decided to search out those places where people dump things in remote areas of the countryside(old mattresses and refrigerators and couches and the like), and set up an easy chair in the nearby brush, with a good book or two, and a big thermos of coffee, and a shotgun, and just WAIT—days or weeks if I have to, until somebody comes along to dump something—-BLAM! BLAM!–tack a note on the carcass stating that “Tha Dummp Killr Haz Dunn Struk Agin”(I think a measure of illiteracy suits such an activity), and proceed to go and find yet another dump! Plenty of them for sure! Impossible for the cops to cover them all! And after a coupla dozen victims, the word will finally get out, and make folks think twict about dumping in the countryside! Now isn’t that a constructive and useful hobby for an old retired man to have?……L.B.

Oh … a touchy subject for me personally. Sometimes I think I’m over what happened but that’s not true. That you will never forget, you have to find a way to process it. (Although it is not comparable with what happened JP)
I try to reply to this topic “cautious”.
A few years ago I had a bad riding accident. Debt was a, carelessly tossed into the woods, plastic bag. I was and has always been aware that horses are prey animals. But you always hope that it is not one yet. I rode with a young horse through the woods. My husband accompanied me with an experienced horse, so it must be. Everything was okay. Until the moment, when our horses by the roadside blew the plastic bag before the legs.The horse of my husband remained calm. My horse is frightened, turned and I lost my footing, and much of the saddle. But I had “luck”, “only” a dislocated shoulder and a concussion.
But then I had a long time problem with me and the horses.There was only one word for it: fear. This fear was always there in the coming months when I rode. Often I have come only for a few yards, then came the fear, the tears and I and I climbed out of the saddle and walked.I was disappointed in myself. I wanted to give up everything. My beloved horses for sale in good hands.I wanted to run away but it did not help me.Believe me it was not an easy time. Only by a dear friend and my husband, who always had patience with me, I did it again to ride without fear.
I was also angry at the person who threw away the plastic bag. Such people do not think about what could happen. They do not care that nature is inferior or animals may be injured. I am worried that there are more such people who do not care. George Adamson (British animal rights) once said: “In those who created the world is debatable. What is certain is who will destroy them. ”

I am very happy that I did it but it was a long way. Many tears, self-doubt, fear. Dispute between me and the people I love. Each comforting word was sometimes too much. To see the horses, but to make the decision to give them up? They were not the culprits ….

Debt was a stupid plastic bag that someone has thrown in the woods …..

Sorry but now I’ve written a little bit longer.

Manuela

Careful, now, O’ Exalted, Barley-Malted, One. Before you guillotine little Johnny (or petite Sabine), ponder the fact that the remote locations of these balloons suggests that they were carried here from afar and probably not brought into the wilderness by happy campers (plastic bags too have been observed to float over great distances). Kids might have released the balloons, but good luck finding out their location or identity.

Also, doubt if it was a Fu-Go type attack by wicked nature-haters, partying in the cities west/upwind of where the balloons were found.

Solution: Semi-arbitrary world human population culling (as you’ll never catch the real bandits). Or meditation, and contemplation over the fact that if you pick up a balloon or bag here or there the scenery does improve- even if you do it over and over and over and over again. If that’s considered hooey then there’s always cussing and punching-bag sessions for the Dictator of Not-So-Much of the Entire Universe.

RA