The Black-Headed Gulls are returning, the first sign of approaching autumn. These were on the posts opposite Peter Pan.
The Black Swan is back with his girlfriend after neglecting her for several weeks. They were preening together on the Mute Swans' resting ground near the bridge.
She is pure white now, except for a trace of grey on top of her head.
The moulting geese that have not yet regrown their wing feathers are reduced to an undignified shuffle when chasing one that has won a bit of bread.
One of the Canada-Greylag hybrids is with the Greylags. It must have had a Greylag mother, because it thinks it's a Greylag, and the others accept it. It will be very interesting to see what happens to the three Greylag goslings that have been adopted by a pair of Canadas.
It's strange that, while the other male ducks on the lake are in eclipse and looking drab, Common Pochard drakes seem to be as smart, or almost as smart, as ever. Perhaps this one (on the right of his mate here) is a bit browner on the chest that he would be at other times of year, but he has kept his fine ginger head and grey back.
The solitary Mandarin duckling has been thoroughly spoilt by people feeding it, and comes trotting over to take a piece of biscuit. But it seems healthy enough.
This young Egyptian was not expecting food, it was just staring curiously at the camera. Luckily for the Egyptians, they are now considered so ordinary that few people give them bread, and in the past two years none of them has suffered from 'angel wing' caused by unsuitable food.
Blondie's family were beside the reed bed at the east end of the Serpentine. This is where Blondie was hatched two years ago, and where she raised her own brood. She seldom moves far away from it, though she did once spend a few days on the Round Pond.
The young Great Crested Grebe came quite close to the edge of the Serpentine -- the first chance of getting a reasonable photograph of it.
The young Great Tits are still chasing their parents around calling for food.
The female Little Owl from the nest near the leaf yard was in a horse chestnut tree overlooking the Vista.
The owlets were audible in the leaf yard, but not visible. I also hear one of the owlets from the nest near the Albert Memorial, but couldn't find it.
The wild flower patch at the back of the Lido is beginning to bloom. The strange red, white and blue flowers of borage are much liked by honeybees.
On a patch of algae in one of the Italian Garden, a tiny fly had landed in the blind spot of a Small Red-Eyed Damselfly, which would otherwise have seized and eaten it.