Tuesday, 22 June 2021

Song Thrushes are usually very camera-shy, but this one in the Flower Walk didn't seem to mind and carried on with his cheerful song.

In the bushes below, hungry Great Tit fledglings frantically begged and fluttered their wings while their parents shuttled to and from my hand to get pine nuts for them.

The young Long-Tailed Tits are now feeding themselves ...

... but this Wren near the Rose Garden was still bringing insects to its young.

A young Carrion Crow near the Italian Garden begged for a peanut. When its parent didn't oblige, it grabbed it anyway. You can hear the fountains in the background.

A Great Spotted Woodpecker called loud and long from a plane tree near Queen's Gate. This is a female -- the male has a red patch on the back of the neck.

A Grey Heron waited for a fish on the dead willow at the north end of the Long Water.

The two young herons from the second nest on the island stood on the gate.

A young Herring Gull played with a crayfish claw.

One of the Great Crested Grebe chicks from the nest in the fallen poplar fell into the water and had to climb back.

There was a slightly better view of the chick under the willow near the bridge, but I've still seen only one here.

The four cygnets at the island were framed by the reflection of the half-timbered boathouse.

The single Mallard duckling and its mother dozed near the bridge.

Two Mallard drakes rested in the pool at the top of the Dell waterfall. There is no danger of being swept over, as the water is very shallow.

A poppy emerged from under the railings in front of the Henry Moore sculpture.


  1. I hope that poppy is a good augury.

    Thank you for the lovely and cheerful clip of the Song Thrush song. A bit of cheerfulness was very needed today.

    1. The song of the Song Thrush is uniquely elating. There's something splendidly irresponsible about it.