Swan family reunited (more or less)

The abundant fruits on the big yew tree in the Dell provided a feast for a Rose-Ringed Parakeet and a Grey Squirrel.

Blue Tits eat fruit quite often but never show any interest in yew fruits. They were here for the insects.

Their favourite tree is the hawthorn, which always seems to be full of bugs.

A Great Tit at Mount Gate carefully and slowly ate a pine nut I gave it, savouring every bite. It took over two minutes to eat this one.

The young Robin arrived and perched in a clump of dead leaves.

So did a Jay, again one of this year's young ones from the family near the Serpentine Gallery ...

... where the female Little Owl was in a very awkward place in the lime tree and it was impossible to get a good picture.

The young Grey Heron was back in a basket of water plants at the Triangle. I just can't see what it's finding there.

The boathouse with gaps under the foundations ...

... and the ramp at the Lido with a space below it are obvious places for herons, with fish lurking in the shadows.

The heron fishing from the electric boat platform had to put up with three Cormorants intruding on its territory.

A Cormorant at the Lido dried its wings on the edge, ignoring people walking by a couple of feet away.

One of the Great Crested Grebe chicks from the Long Water was mercilessly pestering its mother at the bridge.

The lone Mute cygnet on the Long Water, 4THT, was back with its neglectful parents at the Vista. Here it's next to its mother 4DTT, with its father 4HDW resting in the foreground. Neither of them was taking any notice of its juvenile cheeping, and in fact it was the cygnet that had seen them across the lake and come over.

The Black Swan was at the Triangle, amusing himself by bullying the Mute Swans.

The large clumps of Michaelmas daisies in the Rose Garden were still teeming with Honeybees, which have never before had such a feast so late in the year. These little white daisies are the favourite of the many varieties on offer.

A Common Carder bee preferred a Peruvian lily.

Students from Imperial College were enjoying a session on the Serpentine with 'Jezebel', the 1916 Dennis N-Type fire engine that they maintain in working order.

Sunshine and showers

The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in the same place in the lime tree as yesterday. There had just been a shower, but the leaves are thick and she had kept dry.

So had the Robin at the southwest corner of the bridge, sheltered in the brambles.

A Jay waited in a holly tree a short way along the path. Two of them had followed me all the way from the Flower Walk.

A Blue Tit in the yew in the Dell ...

... and a Coal Tit perched among the fruit before coming down for pine nuts.

A young Blackbird was down on the edge of the stream.

A Pied Wagtail looked for insects in fallen leaves on the edge of the Dell restaurant terrace. It was a breezy day and the bird had to keep out of the waves to avoid getting washed away.

Pigeon Eater, at the other end of the restaurant, pretended not to be interested in the nearby Feral Pigeons. They were not fooled and kept their distance.

A young Grey Heron looked into the plants in one of the floating boxes at the Triangle. I wouldn't have expected to find rats in this soggy mass, but maybe the heron knew better.

One of the two Great Crested Grebe chicks on the Long Water stopped pestering its father for a moment, and both of them had a preen.

The youngest chick climbed on to its mother, and its father brought a fish. But it was too big for the chick to swallow, so father ate it himself.

Sometimes being pampered by your parents and never having to work can be a bit slow.

The Black Swan was on the Long Water too, ready to do a bit of bullying. A male Mute Swan prudently got out of the way.

A young Moorhen looked for something edible on the edge at the Lido. There are lots of little larvae and aquatic creatures washed up by the waves, and wagtails also do well here ...

... and so does this Robin, which I have seen before foraging along the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace just like a wagtail. Dunnocks also feed here.

The fox at the Vista enjoyed the warm day.

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Michaelmas daisies, of which there is an enormous quantity in the Rose Garden, attracted a Buff-Tailed Bumblebee ...

... and a European Drone Fly.

Grebe manoeuvres

The Little Grebes haven't been seen for a while, which is not surprising as the chicks become independent, stop squeaking, and disappear into the waterside bushes. Today an adult fading into winter plumage came under the bridge on to the Serpentine and headed towards the island.

On the Long Water, the Great Crested Grebes from the nest under the poplar went past the Vista, each adult trailing one quite large chick. Usually this pair keeps the other pair with one younger chick penned up in the top half of the Long Water. But they had not noticed in time that their rivals had outflanked them and were heading for the bridge, so there was a confrontation.

On the left, the pair with one small chick. On the right, one of the other grebes and one of the two older chicks, with the others out of shot. It was the first pair that won the confrontation, and the defeated rival retreated to rejoin its mate and the other chick.

The grebe family from the nest on the north side of the island had returned to their nest site.

The two teenagers from the east end of the island were fishing together, and there was a glimpse of one speeding along under water. I still haven't seen them catch anything, but their parents are still feeding them.

All the perches for Cormorants at the island were occupied, so one flew up to the boathouse roof to dry its wings.

The Black Swan and his Mute mate 4GIQ worked their way up the edge of the lake touting for snacks from passers by.

There are now quite a lot Shovellers on the Long Water. The drakes are back in their smart breeding plumage ...

... though this one hadn't quite shed all the speckled feathers from his white front.

A Grey Heron stood in the nest on the island where the fourth brood had hatched earlier this year.

The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery looked down from the lime tree where she has taken to resting over the past few days.

The Jays ...

... and Magpies that chase me across Kensington Gardens ...

... have now been joined by a band of Jackdaws. Peanuts are in heavy demand.

A flock of Long-Tailed Tits worked through the trees at the southwest corner of the bridge ...

... accompanied by Blue Tits.

The local Robin took no notice of them and came out for his usual pine nuts.

In the Rose Garden a Buff-Tailed Bumblebee mangled a baby sage flower to get at the nectar inside.

A bit of Robin song

A Robin sang beside the path at the bottom of Buck Hill.

Another near Peter Pan came out on the path to take pine nuts.

A Blue Tit pecked at a hawthorn fruit near the Italian Garden ...

... but the ones in the Dell showed no interest in the yew fruit.

Both these and the Coal Tits preferred pine nuts laid on the railings.

A Wren perched in a winged elm near the Italian Garden.

The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in the same lime tree as yesterday, but on a different branch and hard to see.

Pigeon Eater stalked through a crowd of Feral Pigeons, looking for his chance. They stay just far enough away from him to escape if he makes a grab, and he has to wait for a careless one that isn't paying attention.

It's simply impossible to tell whether Black-Headed Gulls are courting or fighting. They look harmonious as can be, then start scuffling.

The Great Crested Grebe chicks from the nest under the poplar on the Long Water are now as big as their parents, but still dependent on them.

The two from the east end of the island, slightly older, are fishing for themsleves but still being fed.

A Mute Swan chased one of the cygnets across the Serpentine. Being young and grey doesn't give immunity from these violent creatures.

The Black Swan and 4GIQ were preening at the Lido restaurant.

A Canada Goose sampled the tasty selection of water plants in the baskets at the Triangle.

These two foxes are often seen at the bottom of the lawn around the Henry Moore sculpture. The young one had an injured foreleg, but this seems better than when I last saw them.

A Buff-Tailed Bumblebee in the Rose Garden landed on a dahlia, found no way into the flower ...

... and flew down to a lantana, where an ant crawled over it while it was feeding.

The large clumps of Michaelmas daisies are still full of Honeybees.