Mistle Thrushes near the Albert Memorial rattled angrily at a Magpie perched above in a plane tree. They've been very scarce this year while Song Thrushes have been abundant.
The female Little owlet looked out of a plane tree.
Her father was in a lime.
A Jay in the chestnut where the owls nested was clearly feeling the heat.
A Great Tit at Mount Gate was threadbare from feeding chicks.
A Grey Heron in the Dell looked at the fin of a carp breaking the surface -- too large to catch but there are plenty of smaller ones for them.
Tom got a dramatic shot of a heron in the Italian Garden jumping into a pool to get a carp. Usually they can reach from the kerb, but this fish must have been too far out. The heron considered it worth the trouble of having to swim to somewhere it could put its feet down, something that herons can do but not well.
The Great Crested Grebes at the Dell restaurant are still holding on to the stolen Coot nest.
The Coots in the northwest pool of the Italian Garden fountains were looking after their five chicks, still only a few days old.
The nest that the Coots built in the middle of the Long Water wasn't properly attached. It came adrift and drifted up the lake. They have abandoned it.
The Black Swan was more interested in getting some sunflower hearts than in his mate and cygnet, and came hurrying over ...
...leaving them in the middle of the Serpentine.
The Greylag Goose U410 and mate have flown in with six teenagers hatched in a safer place outside the park. This is common behaviour now among the big geese. Intelligent birds.
The six Egyptian goslings by the boathouses are growing well.
A pair of Egyptians rested on the fallen poplar at Peter Pan. Although it is dead a profusion of other plants has come up on the rotten wood.
There are five Red-Crested Pochard drakes on the Long Water and one on the Serpentine, but no females. The one preening on the right here is still in his smart breeding plumage, but the other is going into eclipse and looking quite tatty. Soon he will have the same plain light brown plumage as a female, though his red bill will show that he's male.
The Common Pochards used to be extremely shy, but now that we have a permanent ppulation they are adapting to park life and have got quite calm around humans. One sat in the middle of the path at the Triangle and made people walk round him.
This large and handsome bracket fungus on a tree across the road from the Serpentine Gallery is a Dryad's Saddle, Cerioporus squamosus.





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