Sunday 5 July 2015

The Mute Swans from the nest in the reed bed had brought out their single cygnet, and were keeping a close watch on it because there were gulls around. It was following its father, with the mother behind, and he looked ready to fend off any predators.

Here is a splendid picture taken by Virginia Grey yesterday of one of the parents, who was carrying the cygnet, upending to feed while the cygnet tries to cling on.

The Coots nesting near the Italian Gardens had decorated their nest with a yellow plastic boomerang.

Here is one of the young Reed Warblers from the nest near the bridge diving into the reeds.

There was a pair of Greenfinches on the west side of the Long Water. This is the male, who was still singing sporadically.

The Cetti's Warbler from the same place has almost fallen silent, but he was heard singing once yesterday.

A young Pied Wagtail was running along the crowded shore of the Serpentine, inches away from the passers by, none of whom noticed it.

The male Little Owl had returned to last year's nest tree and was surveying the picnickers with mild curiosity.

The male Hobby was at the top of a tall plane tree near Physical Energy, so this is an even more distant picture than usual.

But I did manage to get closer to a Small Red-Eyed Damselfly. Even if you are too far away to see the eyes, you can distinguish it from a Blue-Tailed Damselfly because its thorax has a black top.


  1. Coots are wonderfully strange creatures!

    1. Stupid, violent and crazy, but you have to admire them.

    2. I met a model Coot family at Marlow today. Superb nest, safely situated near to the lock. Two devoted parents, feeding their young. Five adolescent nearly grown up chicks, preening themselves in the super-sized nest, and paddling up and down. Picture of domestic bliss! ♥

    3. ... and, I should have added, deeply bourgeois.