A Grey Heron on a fallen tree in the Long Water was staring into the bushes and shrieking furiously. I couldn't see what had annoyed it so much. Maybe it was a fox.

On the fallen horse chestnut tree, two of the large contingent of visiting Cormorants were relaxing after a heavy meal of fish.

To of the young Great Crested Grebes were fishing together under the parapet of the Italian Garden.

They have been model chicks, trying to be independent while the brood on the Serpentine, which is several weeks older, are still chasing their parents non-stop.

At Peter Pan a Mallard had finished preening and was flapping its wings to rearrange the feathers. For a moment it looked like an an orchestral conductor telling the woodwind section to play more quietly.

There are still some House Martins over the Serpentine. These two went after the same fly. But the agile birds managed to avoid a collision.

The Reed Warblers are also still in the reed bed near the bridge. I could see the stems twitching as they moved around, but the hazy sunlight wasn't enough to tempt them out to the front. However, while I was waiting one of the pair of Coal Tits spotted me and came out to be fed.

And there are still some Migrant Hawker dragonflies here.

On Buck Hill, a Carrion Crow was wolfing down rowan berries.

The female Little Owl was in last year's nest tree again, but rather awkwardly placed for a picture.