Tuesday 31 March 2020

The horse chestnuts come into leaf early.

A Blackcap sang on a twig beside the Long Water.

So did a Goldcrest near the bridge, but they move around so quickly that they are almost impossible to film.

A Blue Tit posed grandly in an adjacent yew tree ...

... and there was a Wren on the other side of the path.

A Robin foraged on the ground ...

... and a Greenfinch called from a tree a short way along the path.

A Carrion Crow collected twigs for its nest.

A pair of Jackdaws perched on the posts supporting a sapling.

The Little Owl near the Henry Moore sculpture was out in front of her hole.

If you stand still when a Pied Wagtail is foraging on the shore, it will forget about you and come quite close.

The Grey Heron chicks are growing with amazing speed on a rich diet of regurgitated fish and rats.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull is having a harder time catching Feral Pigeons because there are fewer people in the park dropping scraps to attract them. He was practising his old trick of pretending to be asleep so that an unwary pigeon would come within reach.

The Coots were fighting as usual.

Another Coot had decorated its nest with a paper cup and a Hula Hoops packet.

A pair of Egyptian Geese beside the Serpentine took their new goslings across the deserted horse track to feed on the grass.


  1. Presume all the cafes are closed, so there's nobody eating meals/lunch/snacks in the park?

    1. Yes. The police persecute those who dare to sit down.

  2. While letting dog walkers keep their dogs off their leads no doubt!!

    1. But of course. Though it's not the professional dog walkers, who have licences to uphold, it's the owners who take out their own dogs.

  3. There is something so relieving in seeing Coots go about their usual business of fighting and decorating, unimpeded by the Apocalypse. In a world gone crazy, their stubborness is like a lodestar.

    1. In order for them to succeed they have to be insane.