Saturday, 24 April 2021

There are another eight brand new Egyptian goslings on the edge of the Serpentine.

The mother of the other eight raised her wings as she saw a dog in the distance.

The Black Swan's relations with her new mate are not always harmonious. She displayed to him ...

... and, not understanding the gesture, he pecked at her.

The three young Grey Herons are now venturing out of their nest and climbing around on the branches. They can't fly yet, but I've never seen one lose its footing.

A Great Tit carried a bit of dog hair to line its nest.

Tom got a picture of a Chiffchaff on Buck Hill carrying a feather for the same purpose ...

... and the male of the other pair of Chiffchaffs, which have finished their nest, bringing insects to his nesting mate.

Neil photographed a third one in new oak leaves beside the Long Water ...

... and a Greenfinch near the bridge.

A Long-Tailed Tit looked for insects in a hawthorn ...

... and a Blue Tit did the same near its nest in the Rose Garden.

A Robin perched on a rotten felled tree trunk.

Blackcaps included this one singing at the leaf yard.

A Chaffinch looked for food in the woodland at the foot of Buck Hill.

There are colonies of Wrens all around the Long Water and in the scrub at the east end of the Serpentine, and you can hear their song everywhere.

There are probably four singing male Reed Warblers. Ahmet Amerikali got a picture of one in the reeds below the Diana fountain.

A last picture by Tom of a Brimstone butterfly on Buck Hill.


  1. I'm not sure your Spring photographs have ever been more lovely, Ralph. These cloudless skies have their merits.

    1. We've been lucky these last few days, but deserve it after the seemingly endless winter.

    2. I agree. A daily bounty of happiness.

      Poor Black Swan. It must be so hard not being able to make oneself understood. Is there any chance that either the Mute Swan or she will come to understand each other's 'language'?

    3. That Black Swan gesture of rearing up seems to be completely incomprehensible to a Mute Swan. She has done it many times to her mate and he never seems to realise that she's just pleased to see him.