Easter Road

Cute and cuddly Cigs.

I could do swans, I suppose. There's enough still be done on the canal. Whether I'd get them flying into a sunset is debatable, though.

Kittens are tricky. They don't tend to be found around urban grit.

See also puppies. There might be an outside bet on a puppy in a park, but really its money your giving to the bookies.

So squirrel it is! After carefully laying a trail of nuts, I sat back, secreted behind a white Ford Transit (short wheelbase) and waited. And waited...
And eventually...! Viola! (sic) The little critter appeared! Scampering across the formerly B & Q car park with verve and vigour, it hoovered up the nuts and was gone, back into the cemetery across the wall.

Anyway, I don't think I'm in with much of a chance of Wildlife Photographer of the Year. Not just yet, anyway....

Black outline, white infill, dated 2013. Before the days of smiley / unsmiley faces.

Swans we'll try next week, I reckons. Windmills might be a bit harder, though.