Friday 6 October 2017

The notorious pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull seized a pigeon from the shore of the Serpentine by coming at it from the water side, a method I haven't seen him use before. I had my stills camera in my hand, so took this picture of the grab ...

... and then switched to video. Warning: this is a pretty gruesome one and a half minutes. It shows how the gull kills a pigeon by severing its spinal cord. When he started killing pigeons he used to drown them, but found this method more efficient.

A Carrion Crow was finishing off the last scraps from a tub of olives stuffed with pimentos. They have a very varied diet.

Seeing Blue Tits in the rowan trees on Buck Hill, I thought they were just looking for insects. But no, they eat the fruit as well.

Under the trees there was a young female Blackbird not quite yet  into her adult plumage.

A Starling was chattering to itself on the edge of the Serpentine. There were no other Starlings near, but perhaps it felt cheerful in the sunshine.

Some horrible person has stolen the bird feeder in the Harlequin Glorybower bush in the Rose Garden. But the Robin who owns the bush was still singing there.

A Great Crested Grebe brought a perch to one of its young near the bridge.

A Cormorant shook off the weed from a fish it was eating.

A young Mute Swan on the island confronted a Grey Heron which landed in front of it.

The Black Swan was in the middle of a feeding mob, but held his own. He punches above his weight.

A Greylag Goose scared by a dog charged through the trees to the safety of the lake.

The gas lamp post was turned on, and shouldn't have been. They have just been repaired and repainted, and the photoelectric cells that switch thm on are maladjusted.

There are still butterflies around. I think the big daisylike flower this Red Admiral is perched on is an aster.


  1. The Black Swan can hold his own even in the midst of stiff competition (one Coot bad, two Coots worse, several Coots cootly apocalypse, I guess).

    Pigeon Killer is devising new techniques. That bird is the definition of scary. But then I look at and hear the singing robin, the funny, flossy starling chattering to itself, happy to get some sunshine and be alive, and all is well.

    1. There are about 190 Coots in the park, so if it's apocalypse it's apocalypse now.

  2. What do you think that coot was doing in the video?

    1. That Coot made me me wonder top, seemed to be like it was watching in anticipation.

    2. I think it saw splashing and expected an ordinary fight, something that Coots are always keen to join in. By accident it turned up at a much more deadly struggle,