The Egyptian Geese are moulting their wing feathers. They do this earlier than the Greylags and Canadas, which moult in June. You can see the new feathers growing out, still encased in their pale blue wrappings. They have to be wrapped, as otherwise the barbs would stick as they emerged.

The Grey Heron at the Dell restaurant considers that the whole lake is a designated fishing area. But the burgers and pizzas of the diners are easier to catch.

Its rule of the tables was disturbed when another heron flew in to try its luck.

The two of them chased each other around the lake, squawking harshly.

The young Grey Wagtail was in one of its favourite spots, under a waterside bush near the Lido. It paused in its hunting for a moment and rested on one leg.

The Moorhens nesting on the post near the bridge were in good order, despite having another Grey Heron standing on the next post. The male thought that the female would like a present of a nasty bit of plastic that had originally held four cans of cider together. Every time he gave it to her she scornfully tossed it into the lake. Then he flew down, picked it up and tried again.

A Magpie was examining some bluebells.

 The male Little Owl could be seen looking out of his nest hole.

But no one has found the male Tawny Owl since he moved, and his possible family remains even more enigmatic.

These small fungi were growing in the grass near the Little Owls' tree. I can't identify them. They looked rather like Yellow Fieldcaps (Bolbitius titubans) that have faded to white, but none of them had a trace of yellow on their caps.