Every morning (except when the temperature is lower than -12C) I walk my little dog, Billie. We typically walk 2-3 kilometers around our neighbourhood.
For a couple of years now I have been picking up aluminum cans and alcohol bottles while out walking. This behavior started because a friend of mine collects recyclable materials, sells them every fall and uses the proceeds to fund a Thanksgiving turkey roast for family and friends. Disgusted by the amount of trash I see as I walk, inspired by Tracy’s generousity, I decided to pick up the returnables and give them to her.
This morning, as I walked, I saw and empty plastic bag, appropriately, a Beer Store bag. I picked it up. Not fifty feet down the street I saw a beer can, then, within the next fifty feet, three more beer cans and a pop can. 
*sigh* I wish people wouldn’t do this. I wish there were no cans or bottles for me to pick up. 
Above are the cans (several bottles under the cans) I’ve picked up over the last couple weeks. The Beer Store wants the beer cans un-crushed. The pop cans I step on to conserve space. The tabs I remove — Tracy gives those to an organization that uses them to fund wheelchairs.
Here’s a picture from Tracy’s 2004 Turkey Roast: 
Tracy is on the left. She is now raising the turkeys herself to about 40lb each and roasts four birds for this event.
