room to play in the sand or swim in the water.
It was perfect . . . except . . .
There was goose poo all over the dock.
All of the kids did well to avoid it and no one seemed to mind. But I thought to myself, if this was my place, and I had the tools I would clean it up.
Wait a minute . . .
It is my place. Well it is OUR place. OUR dock on OUR beautiful lakefront property, it is OUR shared community space. And as it turns out, there are tools there to do just that.
In fact there is a group of people who kindly pick up goose poop regularly at the Fenelon Beach.
I signed up to help out and when I got the tour of the shed and learned the tricks of the trade we picked up a few pieces. Two days later I came with my kids on our morning bike ride and we picked up a whole bathroom-garbage-can sized pail.
Can you imagine what that beach would look like if no one was picking it up? Five to 10 lbs of goose poo a day over a few months. Now that would be crappy.
So next time I’m at the beach and I don’t want to step in goose dung, I can just pick it up. And if there’s none there, I can be thankful for the person who came and picked it up before me.
Keeping goose poo off of our beaches keeps it out of the water (resulting in less contamination and beach closures)—and off our feet.