The Coots' nest apparently drifting in the middle of the Long Water is attached to something, perhaps the branch of a fallen tree just below the surface. This picture was taken from exactly the same spot as the one two days ago, with the reflection of the Henry Moore sculpture behind it, showing that it hasn't budged an inch.

It's still a silly place, though, exposed to passing gulls.

There are several plum trees on the edge of the Serpentine at the bottom of the Triangle car park. The plums are beginning to ripen, and some early windfalls are attracting Blackbirds. They don't seem to be able to peck the fruit on the tree, and are going after it on the ground, in the undergrowth.

The rowan trees at the top of Buck Hill were again full of Mistle Thrushes and Blackbirds. When this Mistle Thrush had eaten some berries, it flew down and started looking for worms on the ground, but didn't find any.

It hasn't rained much recently and the ground is hard, which makes worms hard to find and extract. Possibly it is a worm shortage that has caused the birds to eat the fruit before it is properly ripe. They paid much less attention to it last year, and eventually most of the fruit was eaten by Starlings.

The Reed Warbler family were active and noisy in the reed bed near the Diana memorial. This is the mother looking out between the stems, while her mate sang a few yards away.

Shortly after I took this picture there was a disturbance underneath her and you could just see three young birds milling around pestering her for food.

The two surviving Moorhen chicks were still in the Italian Garden pond. Here one of them watches their father as he has a vigorous wash.

The two Mallard ducklings are also still alive, and were at Peter Pan.

This is the pair of Jays near the leaf yard which will come to your hand to take peanuts. They were shrieking at each other, as couples do.

The Little Owl was on his usual branch.