Friday, 20 November 2020

It was a day of steady light drizzle which spangled a revolving Shoveller.

A Cormorant hauled a reed stem around for some time, for no visible reason.

Coots chased each other as usual.

Great Crested Grebes -- and all grebes -- can vary their density considerably. When they are just loafing they fluff up their feathers and are quite buoyant ...

... but when intending to dive they clamp down their feathers and float much lower, with their shoulders submerged.

Five Black-Headed Gulls perched on the dead willow near the Italian Garden ...

... and a Moorhen chased one around a fountain.

A Common Gull beside the Serpentine had nothing to do but look elegant.

The female Peregrine kept watch on the tower.

A Great Spotted Woodpecker called from a tree near the Albert Memorial.

A Robin hunting in a flower bed in the Rose Garden found a tasty morsel.

A Pied Wagtail was also on the hunt near the Dell restaurant.

A male Chaffinch near the bridge is making up his mind about whether he'll come to my hand to be fed. So far he hasn't quite dared, but is definitely interested. It's no use putting food on the ground because the pigeons get it at once.

This Blue Tit beside the Long Water is also shy, but will come to take a seed off the railings.

The Household Cavalry went through some complicated manoeuvres, watched by an envious Admiral. There probably aren't enough ships left in the Navy to copy them.


  1. Exceedingly handsome horses. I am impressed as well, even though I'm not with the navy!

    Doesn't the Grebe work a little bit like a submarine?

    I wonder why the Moorhen chose to chase the Gull, unless to lord it over it.

    1. Maybe if would be better to say that a submarine is a rough copy of a grebe.

      I think Moorhens have got into the habit of persecuting small gulls. Like crows with herons.