A Dunnock and a Chaffinch searched for insects under the bushes near the bridge.

A large party of Long-Tailed Tits worked its way along the edge of the Long Water.

There were still a few House Martins hunting over Buck Hill.

The rowan trees were deserted except for the Magpies that live there all the year round.

The Mistle Thrushes were all out on the grass.

The two teenage Great Crested Grebes on the Long Water spent some time poking in the shallows near the edge. They must have been finding some small aquatic creatures large enough to be worth eating, but I don't know what these were.

Their parents have nested again in an invisible site, and one could be seen in the far distance carrying at least one chick.

This is not the family from the willow tree near the bridge, where one grebe was still sitting on the nest and I couldn't see any chicks.

The second set of chicks were near the bridge. One of them prodded its parent encouragingly ...

... prompting it to bring a fish from the other side of the bridge.

The Coots at the north end of the Long Water were starting yet another nest. They have chicks from their earlier nest, but Coots just won't stop.

The temperature is dropping, and there were no takers for the swimming area at the Lido. The Mute Swans had it to themselves.

The five almost grown young Egyptian Geese were nearby. One of them was cropping a little tuft of grass growing out of a join in the paving.

Three younger ones were next to the platform of Bluebird Boats.

The Tufted Duck on the Long Water seems to have only two ducklings left, though it's possible that the third one had simply strayed off.

A Greenbottle fly wandered through a landscape of flaking paint on the railings of the Lido.