Thursday 18 July 2019

The Great Crested Grebes nesting at the island have decided that one chick isn't enough, and have started nesting and mating again. They will continue to feed the chick until the new brood hatches, after which the chick is going to have to catch its own fish.

The chick is now almost too large to ride on its parent's back.

The grebes on the Long Water were in their usual place by the fallen poplar. One of the chicks saw a parent coming with a fish, and raced out to be fed.

The grebes under the willow were building up their nest, a constant necessary task because even this strong nest built by Coots is slowly sinking.

One of the Moorhen chicks at Bluebird Boats waded along the edge with its enormous feet.

The place on the edge of the Serpentine where the moulting Mute Swans sit and sulk is normally occupied by Coots, and they refuse to go away when their space is invaded. The swans, which would chase away any other bird, tolerate them because the Coots will attack them if provoked. It wouldn't do the swans any harm, but it would be annoying and embarrassing.

The Pochards with two ducklings and the Mallards with two ducklings passed by the waterfront at Peter Pan.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull, who had been wandering around the lake, is now spending most of his time in his old haunt at the Dell restaurant. He was stalking Feral Pigeons, but didn't catch any while I was there.

The Little Owl near the Albert Memorial was on her favourite branch again.

A Blackbird came down to the pool at the top of the Dell waterfall and poked about in the mud.

The fountain in the Rose Garden is a favourite place for Feral Pigeons to bathe and socialise.

Mark Williams was in St James's Park feeding small birds, and was confidently approached by a young Song Thrush. Adults are extremely shy, but this one hadn't yet learnt to be wary of people.

Tom was in Richmond Park, where he got a very atmospheric picture of a female Kestrel ...

... and a long shot of a Red Kite soaring high overhead.


  1. I don't think I've ever mentioned that the video titles are very funny quite often.

    Look at that twinkle on the Little Owl's eye!

    The swan vs coot situation is an illustration of the well known paradox: what happens when an irrisistible force meets an immovable object?

    The grebe chick looks quite embarrassed by its parents' public displays of affection.

    1. I am worried for that grebe chick. It may be cast out before it has developed proper skill at fishing. For all the real love that grebes have for their mates, they are very hard headed about getting the maximum number of chicks sent out every year.

    2. Sorry to hear that :-( That's an absurd strategy, to cast off a nearly adult chick for the possibility of another clutch that may not even hatch.

    3. It seems to be a common strategy among birds of many species.