Alright, me duck?

Thought I'd take some stale bread down by the Water of Leith, to see if I could persuade any of our feathered friends to pose for me.

The swans, while admittedly beautiful, were too lazy, arrogant or stupid (you decide) to go where the bread was thrown.

The pigeons weren't going anywhere near the water.

The terns behaved like mentalist thugs (they fit right in round here).

The duck was the best of a bad lot. And while he let me take his picture, he's clearly thinking "what you lookin' at, pal?"

Bumped into someone I know while I was there and had a good natter. I now realise he was probably wondering what I was doing feeding the ducks...