A busy scene in the Dell

The corkscrew hazel bush in the Dell was a busy scene. In addition to the usual Coal Tits ...

... and Blue Tits ...

... and the envious Robin trying to stop them getting at the food on the railings ...

... there was a Magpie ...

... and several Rose-Ringed Parakeets.

A Coal Tit at Temple Gate had an attractive background of berberis.

The male Robin at Mount Gate was singing in the forsythia bush ...

... and his mate was perched in the cockspur hazel tree.

Their peace was interrupted when another Robin appeared in the back of the bushes. The male flew towards it and it left at once.

Starlings were digging in the grass at the Diana fountain, bringing up leatherjackets. These are crane fly larvae, most destructive to plants.

This Jay at the Vista was looking sweetly appealing yesterday, but today it's just straight Gimme.

Pigeon Eater and his mate, on the right of the picture, called together to repel an intruder. It worked, and the intruder left without having to be shooed.

A Grey Heron visited the top nest on the island, where the chicks could be heard clacking their beaks.

The herons in the west nest seem to spend a lot of their time standing up, which is slightly worrying as one of them ought to be sitting. But one of the herons was looking into the bottom of the nest. I can hardly believe that the eggs have hatched already, but I may have failed to notice a sitting bird earlier as it can only be seen from one place through branches. Anyway, we shall have to see.

The narrow stretch of water between the Serpentine island and the shore is usually a scene of territorial disputes between Great Crested Grebes wanting to claim a nest site on the island. This pair was cruising around making aggressive noises because there was a grebe at the other end.

The collective noun for a group of Coots is 'a raft', and you can see why when they gather in a crowd on the Long Water.

A pair of Mute Swans displayed at the Lido, with two envious onlookers.

The gravel strip in the Long Water has been partly cleared, so the dominant swan pair and other waterfowl have somewhere to sit.

Get on with it!

It was a dank drizzly day and the small birds were ravenously hungry. Outside the Rose Garden Great Tits, Blue Tits and a Coal Tit gathered in a blossoming dogwood tree. The occasional thumps you hear are from one of them landing on my hand to tell me to stop filming and start feeding.

The Coal Tits were, as usual, flitting around restlessly and I was lucky to get one indifferent picture.

The usual Chaffinch was waiting on the lawn.

A Blue Tit looked out from the forysthia near Mount Gate. The tits here have yellow-stained faces and must have been poking in flowers with yellow pollen -- not the forsythia which is still in bud.

A Robin near Peter Pan was scolding a Magpie, but came over for a pine nut.

The Robin by the Buck Hill shelter was also ticking irritably at something but came to be fed.

The Pied Wagtail on the Serpentine didn't let the drizzle stop her from hunting.

Jays ...

... and Jackdaws followed me round the Long Water ...

... and there was a family group of Magpies by the Serpentine Gallery.

Nothing could be seen as I approached the Grey Herons' nest at the west end of the island, as a sitting bird is invisible from the west side. Then the other heron arrived to change places, and they were both visible standing up.

This is the heron that is always hanging around at the northwest corner of the bridge. People have been feeding it there, and if they aren't around there is a good fishing place under a willow, and the chance of a rat in the bushes -- see this video.

The Czech Black-Headed Gull stared regally from his post.

There is a pair of Great Crested Grebes at the island as well as the single one that has been there for some time. The pair staged a territorial display to drive the single one away.

The Mute Swans' nest site in the reed bed east of the Lido, which has been successfully used in the previous two years, was showing signs of trampling by swans.

I think it was done by this pair, 4FYY and 4FUF, who were nearby. They have also inspected the floating raft just round the corner of the reed bed but evidently didn't trust it.

Only one of the pair of Egyptian Geese at Henry Moore was feeding on Buck Hill. It looks as if the female is nesting again. They are almost always unsuccessful, and have only ever managed to raise young once.

The lone immature Shoveller drake on the Serpentine has been joined by an adult drake. All the other Shovellers are on the Long Water.

Pile it high and hope for the best

Grey Herons are quite vague about building nests, and it's surprising that they can make such large ones. One of the pair in the nest at the west end of the island picked up a twig, dithered around with it, and put it back in more or less the same place.

A pair of Herring Gulls called affectionately to each other. The female sitting down is a sign of willingness to nest. They won't nest here, most likely in the Paddington rooftop colony north of the park.

Pigeon Eater and his mate were together on the Dell restaurant roof again. She is in front here, with him dozing behind.

Yet another pair of Mute Swans, 4HQY and 4HDA, were trying out the nesting basket east of the Lido. They only stayed for a couple of minutes before leaving.

It's not clear whether the swans mistrust the nesting baskets or whether they just don't feel like nesting yet, probably the latter. The boss swan and his mate, here seen near the bridge, haven't shown much interest in their private nesting island.

The comings and goings of Shovellers during their winter visit are unpredictable. A couple of weeks ago there were only four, now it's up to two dozen. But we never have as many as a decade ago, before the new Thames-side reserves lured them away: 50 was routine and once there were 200.

Ahmet Amerikali photographed three birds within a few yards of each other around the clump of alders at the foot of Buck Hill near the Italian Garden: a Green Woodpecker ...

... A Cetti's Warbler ...

... and a Long-Tailed Tit.

There are two camellia bushes behind the Albert Memorial, a pink-flowered one and a white-flowered one. We've already had a picture of a Great Tit in the white bush, and today there was another in the pink one.

A Blue Tit looked down from a small hawthorn in the Rose Garden.

The Coal Tits in the corkscrew hazel in the Dell ...

... have had no difficulty evading the jealous Robin, and it seems to have given up trying to stop them.

The male Chaffinch from the Rose Garden was waiting in a tree on the north edge ...

... and the female in the Flower Walk was in a bush. Both seem to have lost their mates.

The female Pied Wagtail was at Fisherman's Keep, today without her mate but he's seen much less than she is.

A Starling shone in the sun on the railings of the Lido restaurant.

A Jay waited for a peanut in a tree by the Vista.

Cold and wet

A cold wet day kept people out of the park. The Moorhen family had the run of the Italian Garden fountains. There's a pair and three grown-up young from last year.

The Mute Swans could graze in peace on the grassy back at the back of the Lido. The Black Swan was with them, well behaved for once.

The boss swan and his mate thought it wasn't wet enough, so cruised about under the waterspouts on the edge of the Italian Garden.

A Great Crested Grebe yawned at the east end of the Serpentine.

Despite the weather, a tree in the North Flower Walk has decided that it's cherry blossom time.

The advance party of hungry small birds in the Rose Garden is coming out farther and farther. A Great Tit was waiting on a rope in front of the daffodils lining the Serpentine Road.

Another perched in dogwood blossom on the north side of the garden.

Inside, one of many Blue Tits arrived on a dripping hawthorn twig ...

... and one of the Coal Tit pair was in a rose bush.

A Coal Tit at Mount Gate successfully got a pine nut from the ground.

The male Robin ...

... and his mate were only slightly damp, as they had been sheltering in the bushes.

Jackdaws cropped up all along the way. One stood on a sign by the leaf yard ...

... and tthere were at least a dozen along the Serpentine Road.

A Jay was impatient behind the Albert Memorial.

A white Feral Pigeon in the Flower Walk looked strangely ominous, like a marble version of the Maltese Falcon.

The female Pied Wagtail glanced up as her mate flew over her at Fisherman's Keep, and a moment later took off and followed him.

Pigeon Eater had nothing to do, as the pigeons were sheltering under the overhanging roof of the Dell restaurant. He stepped off the kerb to go for a little cruise.