Three Mute Swans charged up the lake.
A female Pochard had a flap.
The young Great Crested Grebe at the bridge ...
... and its mother fished together under the willow.
The Coots at Peter Pan are still using and maintaining their nest, although the chicks are now almost grown up. It's a comfortable place to sit.
Moorhens always like to be beside something to make themselves less conspicuous -- a bush, a clump of plants or, in this case, a plastic bag.
A Cormorant scratched its head on a post at Peter Pan.
The Grey Wagtail left its usual place in the Dell to look for insects along the edge of the Serpentine. It's used to people and noise and doesn't worry about the diners a few feet away on the Dell restaurant terrace.
In the leaf yard, a male Blackcap ate berries ...
and a Jackdaw stared down intently from a branch.
Neil took this excellent picture of a young Greenfinch near the bridge.
There's already one family of Greenfinches in this area, but this one looks to be younger.
Starlings waited on an umbrella at the Lido restaurant, hoping to get some scraps off a vacated table.
Another fine picture by Neil: a Diadem Spider.
A Common Carder bee behind the Lido was having a red flower day, visiting Crimson Flax ...
... and Crimson Clover.
The Sunday Latin dance lessons in the shelter on Buck Hill continued with some scarf work. Not everyone quite got the idea. I'd like the men to have something to wave too, perhaps a big black hat.
I'm bewildered.I don't know what that scarf thingee is about.
ReplyDeleteThe close-up of the Jackdaw is so splendid I gasped!
I imagine the dialects of Canadas an Greylags must be mutually intelligible. Or perhaps they have learned each other's bad words first!
The geese may understand each other's threats, which are quite similar calls, but the Black Swan's threat posture has not been understood by Mute Swans, which is why it has to resort to actually pecking and chasing them.
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