A sunny Saturday afternoon, and the view through the trees towards the Serpentine was like a Pointilliste picture by Seurat. Luckily the photo editing program saved me the effort of painting 750,000 dots by hand with a tiny brush.

Autumn crocuses are coming out already.

The more glamorous birds stayed out of sight, and all today's pictures are of quite ordinary ones. A Blackbird dug in the edge of a flower bed to find worms.

A late hatched young Carrion Crow on the Parade Ground was still being fed by its parents.

A Jackdaw at the leaf yard was expecting me to give it a peanut.

This young Wood Pigeon hasn't yet grown the white ring round its neck that gives adults the appearance of fat parsons, and the irises of its eyes are still grey rather than the adult white.

A young Robin under a bush near the bridge was halfway to developing its red breast.

Mark Williams took this charming picture of a Coal Tit.

A pair of Black-Headed Gulls were not exactly displaying, but were clearly having some kind of amiable conversation.

A Cormorant at Peter Pan shone in the sunlight.

The young Great Crested Grebes from the bridge have now lost most of their stripes and are growing little black crests.

Compare this much younger chick from the west end of the island.

Moorhens love climbing on anything they can find, and this young one in the Italian Garden is practising its skills on some iris leaves.

I think two of the young Moorhens at Peter Pan have survived. They are going through the dull brown teenage stage.

A Greylag Goose at the Vista was oddly eating dead leaves from an overhanging branch of a poplar tree. Perhaps they have a certain crisp interest.

The three Mallard ducklings were tucked up safely among the weeds next to the wall of one of the small boathouses.