And there was just one Fieldfare, which insisted on staying a very long way off.
While I was trying to photograph it, a Goldcrest came out on a branch a few feet away.
One of the Robins beside the Long Water has a deep hatred of Rose-Ringed Parakeets, and ticks furiously when they perch on the railings under his tree.
A Peregrine, I think the male of the pair, was on the barracks tower, showing rather faintly through the drizzle.
A young Herring Gull on the Serpentine amused itself by dropping and catching something that looked very like a £5 note, though I didn't get a clear enough picture to be sure.
If it had been paper it would certainly have disintegrated under the treatment it was getting. (Note for readers abroad: our banknotes are now made out of plastic.)
The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull is now in breeding plumage, and looking extremely smart.
His mate was in the water nearby, equally immaculate but smaller and slighter.
A male Tufted Duck stood on a branch to preen his shining white belly.
Even on a dull day the Shoveller drakes look colourful.
The dark Mallard brothers were asleep side by side near the bridge.
So were a pair of Great Crested Grebes under the collapsed willow tree.
A Little Grebe could be seen distantly skulking in the shadows under a bush.
A Cormorant jumped out of one of the Italian Garden pools.
It would sound like sacrilege if I said that Pigeon Eater is looking very pretty, so I will settle for "handsome".
ReplyDeleteThe furious Robin is adorable, even though the Parakeets appear to be unfazed.
One of the parakeets did fly away, but I think that was because I was pointing a camera at it.
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