Bugga . . .

Wiley coyote . . . heading for the hills (extra). Every picture tells a tail I mean tale. I walked Kiki this morning thinking I might see the heron again. I thought to record the wonderful clouds morphing by the second but not scudding anywhere. No heron or other wildlife so turned the camera off as we neared the car park . . . then I saw him standing staring at Kiki (who was oblivious), raise the camera, framed him  . . .  "Damn,  the camera's off"  . . . between realizing that and switching it on he was off.

And the non-sequitur: fifty-fifth anniversary of the release of Arnold Layne.