A little bit of bread and NO cheese

Emberiza citrinella

Another burning hot day (well, for Edinburgh!), one where you could feel a blast of heat when stepping out of the front door. As it was a starving day on the 5:2 diet regime, and as poor Meles was sitting at the table, cursing the computer and her colleagues, I decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and I headed for the hills.
Strangely, I seldom go to the Pentland Hills. I suppose because they're always there, looming to the south of the city, so it feels like they are too familiar.
A quick bus-journey to the terminus of the No.10 led to a couple of miles walk through buttercup meadows and past some resevoirs.
I was delighted to see this yellowhammer, a bird of my childhood now in dangerous decline, probably because of changed agricultural methods. Faither would always say the call was his dinner order...