The young Great Crested Grebes at the north end of the Long Water are now catching their own fish quite often ...

... but they are still being fed by their parents.

The parents chose their nest site in the reeds wisely, as it is only a short distance away from the apparently inexhaustible stock of fish under the marble fountain of the Italian Garden, which not even the constant raids of Cormorants can deplete.

The Moorhens that nested in the old drain near the bridge have also done well to get three chicks fledged. The shelter of the reeds here contributed to their survival. Here are the teenagers on the other side of the bridge.

One of the Cormorants on the Long Water was washing itself in a characteristically frantic way, throwing up clouds of spray.

There are groups of Red Crested Pochards cruising all over the Long Water. The drakes are now in their full regalia with the tall ginger coiffure that gives them their name, though it is not really a crest.

A little flight of Mallards circled around the Italian Garden.

The drakes, in their fine new breeding plumage, are already constantly pursuing females although they can't start nesting till next spring.

Now that bathing has stopped at the Lido, the local Pied Wagtail can use the railings on the jetty as a station for leaping out to catch passing flies.

A Robin was staring imaptiently at me from a tree near the Italian Garden, waiting to be fed.

The female Little Owl was in the same place as yesterday.

Now very calm about photographers, she seldom bothers to look down unless there are several people talking under her tree. Little yappy dogs also get her attention, so that you actually want someone with a Jack Russell to go past -- not at all a usual situation when birdwatching.