She called continuously till I saw her. It seemed almost as if she had been annoyed by the lack of attention and wanted to show me her new place.
The rowan trees on Buck Hill were busy today, with Mistle Thrushes ...
... Blackbirds ...
... Starlings ...
... and Magpies all eating the fruit.
At this rate it will all be gone in a week.
One of the hornbeam trees savaged by Rose-Ringed Parakeets had bravely flowered again and was getting the same destructive treatment, with severed flowers littering the ground below.
A Robin in the bushes near the bridge came out of the shadows to be fed.
The Grey Heron that lives in the Dell wandered around the small waterfall in its patient search for fish. Visitors tend to think it's an artificial ornament until it suddenly moves.
The pale Greylag Goose dozed in the sunshine on the edge of the Serpentine.
Greylags ate willow leaves. These are the only trees whose leaves seem to be palatable to waterfowl.
A Cormorant also picked up a willow twig for no apparent reason and carried it for a few yards before dropping it.
A pair of Red-Crested Pochards rested and preened at Peter Pan.
The younger of the two Great Crested Grebe families came up to the bridge, allowing a view from above. The chicks were getting plenty of fish.
The older chick from the west end of the island, not seen for some days, was resting a few yards from the nest while the rest of the family were out on the lake.
Virginia sent some lovely pictures of the family at the other end of the island, taken yesterday in the warm evening light. A parent brought a fish that must have been too large for the chicks ...
... and one of the chicks climbed down and had a little swim around.
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