The Mute Swans on the little island on the Long Water have their first cygnet, possibly two of them. I went past four times, but the female swan was sitting tight with her wings spread out and it was impossible to see anything. However, Paul Turner waited patiently till one of the cygnets poked its head out, and took this picture.

The Canada gosling continues to wander around the island. I wonder if it will settle down with its new stepbrothers and sisters.

The other gosling was cruising on the Serpentine with its parents.

The Black Swan came up to the Vista to demand food.

There was a Grey Heron here on a post, scratching its ear.

The Coots' nest in the middle of the Long Water continues to grow. The extra weight should force the pile down on to the frail twigs of the submerged branch anchoring it, and give it a bit more stability. A moderate wind is forecast for Saturday, and we shall see whether the nest stays put.

The young Pied Wagtails on the edge of the Serpentine are completely fearless. One was running around my feet.

A Magpie was shaking itself dry after a bathe at the Lido.

The Blue Tits were busy looking after their brood in the lamp post behind the bathing area.

A pair of Mistle Thrushes were foraging in the grass near the Italian Garden. We have quite a good number of breeding pairs this year.

As usual, people were feeding the Rose-Ringed Parakeets at the bottom of the leaf yard. But these three had wandered off to the Little Owls' tree and were feeding on the ground, eating small plants growing in the grass.

Above them, the male Little Owl was on his favourite branch.