Saturday 20 July 2019

It was a showery morning, and at one point I had to shelter in the loggia of the Italian Garden.

But it cleared up. A Coot briskly crossed one of the fountain pools carrying a bit of reed for a nest.

Then, strangely, it jumped out of the pool, flew into the next one, and delivered its reed to its mate, which was in a nest in the water lilies. It could perfectly well have got the reed in this pool.

The mixture of algae and duckweed in the water under the parapet made good eating for the five Mallard ducklings.

The squeaks audible in this video come not from the ducklings, but from families of Coots and Moorhens in the reeds.

When the ducklings had eaten their fill, their mother lined them up neatly on the dead willow tree.

The Pochard was at Peter Pan with her two ducklings.

They now look like small versions of their mother.

A Great Crested Grebe brought a fish to one of the chicks under the fallen poplar.

The female Kestrel flew across the Long Water.

On the Serpentine, the little adopted Egyptian gosling was comfortably snuggled in between two larger step-siblings.

The Mute Swans are regrowing their wing feathers, but it will be a while before they can fly again.

A Carrion Crow finished the last scraps of a victim of the pigeon-killng Lesser Black-Backed Gull.

Several Buff-Tailed Bumblebees attended to the bands of mauve flowers on teasel heads. These teasels have straight spikes, but the ones which fullers once used to tease up the nap on cloth have little hooks on the end of the spikes.

As I went home I looked in the oak tree near the Albert Memorial, and the male Little Owl had come out. The owls usually stay in their hole on windy days, as they don't like being tossed about, but he had decided that today was acceptable.


  1. Nice to see some of the Pochard young have reached this far!

  2. Coots are like Russians (whom I love and admire): they do it because they can.

    1. And even when they can't like the Coots building a nest on the weir.