A Nuthatch visited every few seconds, clearly collecting food for fledglings.
There was also a young Robin, but I couldn't get a picture.
Near Peter Pan, several young Wrens were calling from the undergrowth. I managed to get a hasty shot of a parent carrying insects and caterpillars for them.
A Jay on a tree simply wanted a peanut for itself.
Several Lesser Black-Backed Gulls on the lake have tried to copy the notorious pigeon killer, but none has been more than occasionally successful. It's a skill that takes some time to learn. This gull near the Bluebird Boats building is the latest to try.
The Bar-Headed Goose that left its family in St James's Park and came to the Serpentine to moult its wing feathers was washing and preening. It's very tame and will eat out of my hand.
The Egyptian Geese on the gravel bank in the Long Water still have six goslings, down one from yesterday. As far as I know they have never managed to raise any yet, but there's always a first time. (By the way, these are not the really hopeless pair on the Long Water that have not raised a chick in 14 years.)
A moulting Egyptian beside the Serpentine has almost completely regrown its wing feathers, and will be back in the air soon.
This Mallard on the Serpentine has managed to keep three ducklings alive, and they are growing fast. Keeping them against the boathouse wall protects them from swooping gulls.
A Mallard at the island has not been so successful, and is down to two almost at once.
There is another blonde female Mallard on the Serpentine, seen here near the Dell restaurant. She has darker patches, while the first one is evenly pale all over.
A Mandarin at Peter Pan stared down at her reflection.
It's said that only the most intelligent birds, such a parrots and crows, can understand what a reflection is, but water birds must be accustomed to the upside-down image of themselves that they see constantly. And Feral Pigeons seem to be quite calm on window sills seeing themselves reflected in the glass.
These Moorhen chicks in the Italian Garden are not in the fountain where I videoed chicks a few days ago. There was no sign of Moorhens in the other fountain. Either this is a brand new brood, or somehow the chicks have managed to jump up the stone kerb around the pool, which is a foot high with an overhanging edge.
A Meadow Brown butterfly drank nectar from a bramble flower with its long proboscis, until an impatient Honeybee knocked it out of the way. There were lots of other flowers the bee could have chosen.
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