Mind your frames

Retrieving my boat at the tiny boat ramp inside Milford Marina recently, I stepped out into knee-deep water and stumbled over what was left of the hindquarters of a lamb or goat, the flesh meticulously trimmed away from the bones.

Someone had thought it was okay to dispose of it in the creek, probably at night. I’m not sure what they thought would become of the bones – when I last checked we didn’t have crocodiles in New Zealand. I picked up the stinking animal remains and put them in the nearest council rubbish bin.

For some reason people have always felt it is okay to dump