It was a wet morning. A Song Thrush on a dead branch sang against a Blackcap in the rain.

A Blackbird poked about in the wet earth under the Henry Moore sculpture.

Another found a cherry in a tree behind the Lido.

The Reed Warblers at the Diana fountain were still singing.

A Grey Heron stood on the big rock in the Dell, a bit of picturesque landscaping that must be meant to look like a prehistoric menhir.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull and his mate were in their favourite place on the roof of the Dell restaurant.

The rival male Mute Swans on the Long Water were having another faceoff. So far there hasn't been a fight, but I'm worried what will happen when the dominant pair's eggs hatch.

The four cygnets at the Lido are growing fast.

Egyptian goslings, both large ...

... and small, sheltered from the rain under their mother.

Nine more have just hatched near the bridge. A swan barged in and they had to climb up the stone kerb to get away, but they all managed it.

A pair of Mallards flew over the Serpentine.

The Great Crested Grebes at the west end of the island have finally managed to make a nest. They had great difficulty attaching the foundation of twigs to the wire mesh, and tried in several places before they succeeded.

The nest at the other end is well established, and one of the grebes was turning over the eggs.

The nest under the willow near the bridge should hatch in a week or so.