MORE steaming poop in Ayr

After the last post, where I noticed steaming poop was featured, I remembered having seen this feature in an earlier post on the same subject.

Not sure why it didn’t get posted at the time, but it then got forgotten.

Not all bad though, as I would not have noticed it featured the same pile of steaming dog poop as the Newton Esplanade version.

Now, all I have to do is remember where I put another pic I collected at the same time, but not for dog poop. This one was aimed at the nice people who feed the gulls, encouraging them to terrorise walkers, and steal their cones and their fish suppers from their hands as they walk along the seafront.

Steaming doggy poop sign in Prestwick

Technically, this is really Newton Esplanade, but who would know where I was referring to if I used that in the title?

Distracted by the plea to ‘CLEAN IT UP’, I didn’t notice this sign painted on the footpath was complete with a pile of steaming poop behind the doggy’s, er, behind.

I’m quite impressed by the majority of dog walkers, who are either conscientious, or scared into compliance if they see me nearby with my camera to hand.

Then there are the others, the ones who think it’s fun to tie their little black bags (once filled) to overhanging branches on paths, or use any convenient hole to avoid carrying their ‘gift’ to a bin. I know one neighbour who has had to close the opening behind street cable/distribution boxes, as they were magically filling up with those poop bags.

Poo bags – More fun than Poohsticks?

I seem to have missed out on the life and times of a little bear called Pooh, maybe by accident, maybe by design, but just as well, as I think I’d have spent my life falling asleep had I been introduced.

Later, I had to be convinced his name really was Pooh.

Then I heard of a game called Poohsticks – and not sure if pleases, or disappointed, that actual game had no relation to what the name suggested. Later, I had similar thoughts before discovering what Klingons were, and Star Trek suffered the same fate in my imagination.

Why am I rambling about Pooh and Klingons?

Whizzing through the backstreets of Bothwell recently, I noticed a sign stuck (no, it was actually pinned) to a tree, one of a number along a public/cycle path and cycle route, but couldn’t read it as it was too dark when I was there.

Then I made the trip in daylight, so was able to read it.

Nice :-)

At least the main streets have Bobby Bothwell!

NOT to be taken as a generalisation against dog owners/walkers, but why does a small group always seem to have to waste things for the majority.

Some walkers seem to think it’s funny to tie poo bags to branches that extend into paths.

Other use bags, but then toss them in the nearest garden, or as one neighbour discovered as the summer got hotter some time ago, shove them into spaces along walls – he eventually had to box off all the spaces along the side of his house/garden to stop this practice.

+1 to the many GOOD dog walkers I see doing the bag business, and dropping the result in the nearest bin.

They should do the same with the nasty minority!

On the same theme

For some reason, this post made me think of these nice people – very nice people.

A post about Piers I can understand

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer creep.

It was horrible.

Pity the one at bottom right will probably be back.

Abandoned Derelict Piers

 

Disgusting birds join disgusting people

While I’m quite happy to acknowledge the benefits of dog waste bags, and the good people who use them, there always has to be a few who spoil things.

I’d include Mother Nature in that sad reflection, especially at this warm (currently HOT) time of years. While it’s nice to walk the streets (and parks) with little chance of stepping in doggy doo-doo, it’s not a lot of fun to walk along streets with small pole-mounted litter boxes, generally filled and overflowing with little black bags full of festering doggy doo-doo. These black bins build up a fierce temperature as the Sun beats on them (and their little black bags) and you really DON’T want to be breathing in as you pass them, or be downwind.

No shame on the dog-walkers who done their bit, but if the council doesn’t come along and empty the bins, that doesn’t help.

One of those pole-mounted bins went up across the road from me a few weeks ago.

It was emptied a few times, then apparently completely forgotten about.

Once full, the dog-walkers dropped their little black bags at the base of the pole.

The (full) litter box eventually fell (or was kicked) off the pole a few weeks ago – and hasn’t been replaced.

To the GOOD guys, well done.

Now, on to the disgusting people. The usual FEW who waste things for MANY.

They don’t take their dog’s poop home and dispose of it, but are clearly worried about being photographed NOT picking it up, because they do.

THEN…

They drop it behind our garden walls.

The hide it behind cable TV boxes. I learned that from the neighbour across the road, when I saw him boxing in the space behind such a box and his wall, after the space was filled with poop bags and started to stink out his house and garden.

In parks and woods, they tie their stinking little black bags to tree branches.

On paths, they hang them from fences.

So, why did I include birds with this disgusting group of people.

I’ve got a nice big tree in my back garden, one of the few left as most have been cut down.

The downside is that a few flying rats (pigeons) like to sit in it, along with a few magpies. I think there a total of six.

As yet, I don’t know which group is to blame, but while cat owners might enjoy the odd ‘gift’ from their feline overlord, I’ve now started receiving disgusting packages from my ‘guests’.

If you said ‘Little black bags filled with dog poop’ you would have been absolutely right.

I started finding these under the tree recently, and it’s not been a one-off.

I found this at 5 am this morning.

No, out back gardens here are nowhere near the street.

The birds are flying these in – unless I’ve upset someone who owns a drone (and is flying it in contravention of the regulations).

Aerial Doggie Bag Delivery

The Scottish Government has now taken away our guns (if we are law-abiding) – I will have to find something to upset my flying squatters with if this carries on.