The young Lesser Black-Backed Gull at the Dell restaurant was again begging for food from the adult male pigeon-eating gull, who may or may not be its father.

But later, when the adult pair found a dead carp to share, they didn't invite the young one.

A Great Crested Grebe was working its way along the edge of the Serpentine, looking for small fish in the shallows. There is not enough depth of water to dive properly, so when it finds one it has to use a splashy shallow diving technique.

A Grey Heron was preening on one of the baskets around the island.

These baskets of water plants have never done very well. As soon as a plant emerges from the wire mesh, a Coot eats it. So the baskets remain a bit of an eyesore. In contrast, the floating rafts at the east end of the lake are covered with luxuriant growth and will look almost natural when the plants have had time to spread out more horizontally.

The Robin at the Lido, whose territory lies around aome small olive trees, has reclaimed it for the winter and is singing to defend it.

The Magpie family near the Henry Moore sculpture were peacefully looking for insects in the grass until a passing Carrion Crow thought it would be fun to chase them.

One of the Little owlets was in the nest tree, looking at me intently. It still finds photographers interesting, unlike its father, who no longer deigns to notice them.

Several Mistle Thrushes were hard at work eating berries in the rowan trees on Buck Hill.

A few yards away, a patch of  Horse Mushrooms has come up.