The young Little Owl on Buck Hill was quiet when I went by ...

... but later Julia captured some fine footage of it in a skittish mood, dashing up and down a branch, nearly falling off, chewing a twig and spitting it out, and stretching out its wings during a spell of drizzle.

Its mother kept an eye on it from a nearby branch.

Two Feral Pigeons in the Rose Garden belied their peaceful reputation with a furious fight.

Near the Albert Memorial, a Wren loudly scolded a Jay ...

... on a higher branch, holding a peanut it had just taken from my hand and waiting for its little tormentor to shut up so that it could enjoy its snack.

A family of Blue Tits dashed around in a tree near the bridge. This is one of the young ones, still grey rather than blue.

The new resident Grey Heron in the Dell posed artistically in the famous vista that attracts thousands of photographers. People tend to think it's a plastic replica until it moves.

This Black-Headed Gull, ring number EZ73323, has returned to the same noticeboard beside the Serpentine that it occupied last year. It may have been doing this for decades, but it only came to notice recently when it was ringed by Bill Haines.

The new family of Great Crested Grebes was out on the water in front of the island. One parent fed them feathers to help their digestion, but they showed much more interest when the other one turned up with a fish.

One of the Mute Swan cygnets on the Long Water was interested in an air bubbler.

This is one of the two blond Greylags that come to the lake every year to moult. It's behind schedule and still hasn't regrown its wing feathers.

A shoal of little carp swam across a pool in the Italian Garden.

A Gatekeeper butterfly perched on a thistle beside the Long Water.

A Honeybee worked its way over a helenium.

A vision in pink beside the Serpentine. She was promoting a new brand of chocolates.

An older brand. 'Mr Ambassador, you spoil us with your golden treats, but you shouldn't have sat on them.'