A Robin sang gently to itself on a twig near the Italian Garden. This isn't one of my regular Robins, but it put up with being filmed and came to my hand for a pine nut.
The big yew tree in the Dell has a lot of fruit on it, which made a pretty background for one of the local Blue Tits ...
... and the female Coal Tit of the pair.
The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery could be seen in the plane tree ...
... under which a Jay barred the way to make sure that it was noticed.
Carrion Crows gathered in a tree by the Round Pond. I had gone there because a Little Owl was heard yesterday in the area where the pair used to nest in the old hollow tree until it burned down. I had a good look around, but didn't find an owl. However, it's a place to listen and look.
Both the Peregrines were on the tower.
On the grass below, where the Crystal Palace stood in 1851, five Pied Wagtails dashed around. The site is now football fields, and the worn grass and bare patches make it easier for them to run.
The Czech Black-Headed Gull stood on the notice at Fisherman's Keep that is its favourite lookout point. As with all the ugly proliferation of notices in the park, no one pays this the least heed. But it was striking how all the notices warning about toxic 'blue-green algae' were taken down shortly before the mass swimming event, and then put back immediately afterwards.
Pigeon Eater was waiting for a Feral Pigeon to stop paying attention. But even with its head turned away it could see him out of the corner of its eye, and flew away before he could rush at it.
A Little Grebe chick on the Long Water chased a parent with a fish.
Another joined in, but this time the parent chose to eat the fish itself. They can't give everything to the chicks.
These are the Great Crested Grebe chicks from the north side of the island returning to the place where they were hatched. The remins of the nest can be seen on the left of the picture.
The two from the east end of the island were fishing together at the edge of the lake, though when a parent appeared they raced off to pester it.
The term for a group of Coots is 'a raft', but these are really on a raft, the battered remains of the swan nesting basket at the Triangle. There's one Moorhen with them on the near corner.
Seven Cormorants preened on the fallen tree at the Peter Pan waterfront.
A late Red Admiral butterfly perched on a leaf in the Flower Walk.
Ivy flowers at the back of the Dell attracted Common Wasps. I was looking for an Ivy Bee, a species occasionally found here, but had no luck.







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