The Great Crested Grebes at the bridge, who have been making sporadic attempts to nest for several months, have reoccupied their third nest.
They might be serious this time. The pair at the island have kept their single chick alive, showing that there are now enough small fish in the lake to sustain a family.
The young Grey Heron in the nest on the island sits there day after day, but I have never seen its parents paying any attention to it.
Instead, they just stand around at water level. Presumably every now and then one of them catches a fish and brings it up to the youngster.
Another heron perched on the Henry Moore statue launched itself into the air, causing the rabbits that were feeding below to dash for cover.
However, these Coots seem to be unaware of danger. They have chosen to nest against one of the posts at Peter Pan, under the eyes of the many hungry Herring Gulls that perch here.
The Mandarin chick at the bridge has escaped the gulls, and is now probably large enough to be out of danger from them. However, its original eight siblings were not so lucky.
The Mute Swan family on the Long Water were gliding around gracefully, eating algae. It seems remarkable that this unpromising stuff should be enough to nourish a huge bird.
This is how not to feed the Black Swan's girlfriend. A moment later there was a cry of pain as she seized food, fingers and all. In contrast, the Black Swan himself takes food very delicately and never bites you.
On of the pair of Mistle Thrushes was back at the Albert Memorial after they were disturbed by the construction of a huge marquee. They were nesting, I think, but so far I have seen no sign of any young.
A few spilt sandwich crumbs attracted a Blackbird on the path underneath.
The male Little Owl was out on a branch of the chestnut tree.
Later the female came out of her hole, but as soon as I glanced at her she rushed inside again.