Three craws...

...sat upon a tree, in Warriston Cemetery. They had been having vigorous ablutions in the shallows of the Water of Leith as I approached, but probably saw me get the camera out.

Walked along to Stockbridge to get a couple of bits and pieces in the market. It seemed much less busy than usual, so was able to have an unusually long chat with both the cheese man and the fermenting woman - very interesting.

Home to a bit more marking. It's much easier in small doses.