The two little families of Canada Geese were togther, and pushing through the crowd of other Canadas with the spirit of someone who has a 'Baby on board' sticker on the rear window of his car.

The Coots' nest in the small boathouse, which had been abandoned, is now back in business.

The Magpie family near the Henry Moore sculpture were out in force, with three youngsters pestering one of the parents for food.

They all got fed, one by one.

A Feral Pigeon nearby took advantage of a brief sunny spell to stretch out on the grass.

At the bottom of this space there was a large drift of fluff from a black poplar (which the Americans call cottonwood, and no wonder). A rabbit was enjoying itself by rolling and leaping in it.

One of the young Pied Wagtails was running around in the wagtails' favourite spot near the Lido, where overhanging bushes keep people away from the shore.

A glimpse of a little brown bird on the west side of the Long Water momentarily raised hopes of a better picture of the Cetti's warbler. But no, it was a Wren bringing a beakful of insects to its nest.

Or, more likely, nests, because male Wrens are polygamous and maintain a harem of mates, each with her own nest.

The female Little Owl made an unexpected return to her nest tree.