Wednesday, 19 May 2021

The Great Crested Grebes nesting on the Long Water have two chicks. One was on each parent's back. There may be more out of sight.

A grebe was comfortably settled on the stolen Coots' nest under the willow by the bridge.

At the Coots' nest on the post at Peter Pan, a parent brought a twig ...

... while a Lesser Black-Backed Gull on the next post polished his beak, waiting for a chance to grab a chick.

Farther up the Long Water, the female Mute Swan parked her five cygnets in a reed bed.

The swans on the Serpentine island have brought their six cygnets out into the water. Their mother looked after them while the father and another male swan circled each other endlessly and pointlessly in a territorial dispute.

For the first time I could see all the cygnets at the nest east of the Lido, and there is now a fifth. Hatched some time after the others, it was still resting beside its mother ...

... while the father took care of the other four.

A pair of Greylag Geese on the Serpentine have five new goslings.

The two blond and one normal Egyptian goslings are quite large now and are growing their flight feathers.

A Moorhen crossed the small waterfall in the Dell. With their big grippy feet they never get washed away.

A Reed Warbler brought a tuft of seed head to a nest near the Diana fountain. Thanks to Ahmet Amerikali for this picture.

At the original Diana fountain of 1906 a Magpie showed grave disrespect for the goddess, forgetting what happened to Actaeon. Hope it isn't torn to pieces by Blue Tits.

A Mistle Thrush sang from a tree on Buck Hill.

The Green Woodpecker near Physical Energy posed next to the nest hole.

A Greenfinch perched on a hawthorn twig near the Queen's Temple.

The Blackbird near the Dell was still hard at work finding worms for its young.

A patch of Cranesbill east of the Lido attracted Honeybees.


  1. Yay, stripey heads! I was beginning to get itchy with anticipation.

    The male swans's endless gyrations must be among the most pointless threat displays in history. Why do they try to achieve, beyond feeling dizzy?

    I take off my hat to that Magpie. Truly a punk star (are there still punks in GB? I imagine they must all have aged out of it).

    1. Don't get too attached to those charming baby grebes. There's very little to feed them on at this time of year. The successful breeding time on this lake is midsummer, when the fish fry have grown to a suitable size.

      I don't think I've seen any elderly punks. I did see some even older Mods the other day, still in tattered government surplus parkas and riding carefully restored Lambrettas.

    2. I want to believe that miracles may exist ...