Shy

A cold, cold wind once more but a blue sky. I paid a third visit to the very smart water rail at Inverleith Pond. He (is it a he, I have no idea?) is a skulking, shy wee thing. I didn't have long and after half an hour I feared I would be third time unlucky, as shrieking kids and people shouting at their dogs (there's a theme here, I know) weren't conducive to rail shows. But thanks to the nice old lady who joined me on the boardwalk and found it, I saw the rail. A V of pinkies went over. We talked birds for a bit but I had to go. A good start to anyone's week I'd say.