Punk budgies in Tollcross: the visiting waxwings.
Several of the new plantings are Foxglove Trees (Paulownia tomentosa), nicknamed for their flowers. They're not "native", but then neither are the magnificent double pink cherries that transform the Meadows every spring.
Alongside the plantings, there are of course some wildflower weeds. The Council couldn't kill them all if it tried, and its Living Landscape policy is now to let some areas grow free: they're good for wildlife.
The park's full of memorials. Most are for people who loved this place: they'd be delighted to see students revising in the sun under their commemorative trees, and this gorgeous blue-eyed dog bounding over their remembrance benches.
I'm grateful to the people who wander over while I'm taking pictures and point out things I'd never have noticed. Such as this owl. I was told he's been there for over eight years.
It's September and there's hardly an acorn or a chestnut to be seen. You wouldn't think there were that many squirrels in the Meadows but they sure do get out there in their little pick-up trucks. I needed a large cappucino and cake by the time I finally spotted this acorn. (OK, I didn't "need" coffee and cake but let me just say that this blog does not welcome pedants. However, while we're on the subject of coffee and cake, it needs to be mentioned that the area is hoaching with good coffee and tea shops, and fine cake can be found in several of them, including the Pavilion Cafe on the Meadows itself)