The new Great Crested Grebe family on the Long Water came near the bridge, so it was possible to get a view of them from above.

Three of the young Mute Swans on the Long Water were trying to fly. It will be a while before any of them get off the water.

The Black Swan wasn't worried by the Bank Holiday crowds of boaters and bathers, and cruised down the side of the Lido.

A Canada Goose on the shore near the island was very unsteady on its feet. Nothing seemed to be broken, but it could barely waddle.

A couple of years ago one of the Canada--Greylag hybrids also had difficulty in walking, for no apparent reason. After a while it was killed by a fox.

A Grey Heron was staring through a hole in one of the rafts of water plants at the east end of the Serpentine. Since the nesting Mute Swans ripped up the plants, the raft has been falling apart. The heron clearly expected a fish to swim across the gap and allow itself to be grabbed.

The Moorhen on the old Coot nest in the boathouse still hasn't laid any eggs, and it seems likely that it won't and the long breeding season is finally over.

The Mistle Thrushes on Buck Hill stayed out of the rowan trees, and were clearly waiting for me to go away before they would return and feast on berries.

But there was a young Blackbird in one of the trees.

The Blackcap a few yards north of Peter Pan is often heard tut-tutting in the bushes, but is very hard to see.

A Long-Tailed Tit paused in a hawthorn.

The female Little Owl in the leaf yard emerged briefly on a branch of the chestnut tree.