The Reed Warblers in the small reed bed near the bridge have chicks, and there was a good deal of flying around in the reeds and the neighbouring trees.
In an oak near the Albert Memorial, a few yards southwest of the nest tree, the adult male Little Owl stared seriously at me ...
... and one of his chicks peered curiously round a branch.
One of the chicks from the chestnut tree near the leaf yard was beside his father, on the father's favourite branch.
The Grey Wagtail was flying around the Dell looking for insects for the chick -- they seem to have only one this year. It walked boldly up the waterfall, no doubt hanging on tight to the algae.
Algae provided food for the last surviving Mallard duckling at Peter Pan ...
... and a support for two Moorhen chicks in the Italian Garden.
The Moorhen nesting on an old Coot nest near the bridge, which I expected to be evicted, is still there. It has made the nest comfortable with grass and leaves.
The Great Crested Grebes nesting inside a reed raft at the east end of the Serpentine both surfaced with bits of weed, and waved them at each other in a matey fashion before diving under the raft to put them on the nest.
The solitary grebe chick was waiting to be fed. It is diving after its parents but has not yet got to the stage of trying to fish, or playing at fishing, by itself. Being an only child, it has no sibling to play diving games with.
The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull strode onshore purposefully to get some lunch, but didn't catch anything while I was there.
This Jackdaw at the leaf yard wanted a peanut, and wanted it soon.