A female Teal appeared on the Long Water -- only an occasional visitor here.

The first Shoveller, a drake in eclipse, had returned.

The five Mute cygnets were at Peter Pan. You can tell which is the odd one out by the slight distance between it and the four next to their father. But the uneasy truce continues. Although the cygnets peck at it sometimes, the extremely aggressive father seems quite happy with it. Perhaps he feels that having five makes him look good.

The solitary Coot chick in the Italian Garden stood on a curious hump in the algae. I think these are pushed up by the pressure of oxygen underneath as the algae photosynthesise.

A young Herring Gull dived for leaves and played with them.

The young Grey Herons on the island can already fly, but keep returning to the nest because their parents will feed them there. They should get kicked out pretty soon.

The male Little Owl was in a chestnut tree a short distance from the nest tree. Thanks to Neil for finding him, a tricky task when he's away from home.

The female Peregrine was on the barracks in the morning, but flew off and didn't return.

The young Grey Wagtail turned up again in the pool at the top of the Dell waterfall, where it perched on a drainpipe.

A Wren scolded from a twig in the Rose Garden. The intruder was a Magpie.

A bright patch of Gaillardia attracted Honeybees ...

... Common Drone Flies (Eristalis tenax) ...

... and a Red Admiral butterfly.

The commonest butterfly in the park at the moment is the Speckled Wood, but it's a lovely creature and worth another picture.

Honeybees browsed on Coreopsis flowers in the Flower Walk. This is an experiment to see how YouTube deals with 4K videos. I'm told that they are compressed much less severely than HD videos, and that might be the way to get better quality than the dreadfully pixelated things I've been offering you. Please comment if you can't view it.

There is a patch of Shaggy Parasol mushrooms under a yew tree near the bridge.

This fungus is on a horse chestnut tree between the Serpentine Gallery and the bridge. I've never seen anything like it before and have no idea what it is.

A dank and chilly morning kept the Little Owl in her hole, but she came out briefly during the afternoon and I got a distant shot before she went back in.

A Wood Pigeon got a good haul of ripe blackberries in a bramble patch.

Carrion Crows drank in the Huntress fountain in the Rose Garden.

Andrew Skeet took this picture of a Jay bathing in the pool at the Hudson Memorial, which was made specially as a bathing and drinking place for birds in honour of the naturalist W.H. Hudson. (The Epstein relief of Rima behind the pool commemorates his fame as a popular novelist, as she is the heroine of his bestseller Green Mansions.)

A Greenfinch appeared in a treetop near the bridge ...

... and a Blue Tit looked a bit out of place in the long grass.

A Cormorant scratched its chin on a post at the Serpentine island.

There were several on the Long Water.

I get the impression that there are more fish in the Long Water this year than in the Serpentine. 

A Great Crested Grebe on the Long Water brought a fish to one of the two chicks ...

... which could be seen dashing around and climbing on to a parent's back.

But on the Serpentine the prey is more usually crayfish ...

... which Lesser Black-Backed Gulls were also hauling up all over the lake. These two pictures were taken over an hour apart and in different places, but it looks like the same gull.

Red-Crested Pochard drakes on the Long Water surrounded a solitary female.

A Gadwall enjoyed a thorough rinse.

The drake of this pair is coming out of eclipse and beginning to look smarter.

A Little Grebe appeared on the Long Water. It obligingly stayed on the surface for a while, as it was travelling to a fishing spot in the reeds.

A closer look. It's already changing into its winter plumage.

The Great Crested Grebes on the Long Water were out and about with their two chicks, though they remained stubbornly on the far side of the lake. A chick was fed with something small, maybe an insect larva.

The chicks had a brief swim while they were being moved from one parent to the other.

This is the older chick from the nest in the fallen poplar.

One of the Moorhens in the Italian Garden fed four chicks in the safety of a netted planter.

The single Coot chick in the water lilies is out in the open, but is growing fast and will soon be out of danger from a gull attack.

A pair of Red-Crested Pochards mooched around under the dead willow.

A Grey Heron surveyed the scene from a swamp cypress on the other side of the lake.

A Herring Gull emerged from a dive into the Serpentine.

The female Little Owl was hiding in the leaves on the nest tree ...

... while a Wren yelled at her from a bramble patch.

A Wood Pigeon drank from the pool at the top of the Dell waterfall.

A Common Carder bee visited a clover flower at the back of the Lido.

Tom was at Dagenham Chase, where he had the good luck to find a Nightjar, a bird I've never seen.

A Wren hopped around in the brambles scolding the female Little Owl in the next tree.

The local Mistle Thrush added its voice to the protest.

The owl soon flew up to the edge of the Bayswater Road to get a bit of peace.

The female Peregrine was on the barracks tower.

A Magpie enjoyed swinging on the weathervane of the Lido restaurant.

A Carrion Crow followed the gaze of the rider on the Physical Energy statue. (I think he is giving Princess Louise's statue of her mother Queen Victoria a disapproving stare.)

Three more arranged themselves tastefully on a branch.

A Grey Heron posed like a Giacometti statue.

A young Herring Gull dived into the lake to find a fish or a toy.

Another tried to balance on a plastic buoy at the Lido.

They always end up being tipped off.

One of the two Great Crested Grebe chicks from the west end of the island gave its parent a hard time.

The older one from the far end of the island is now diving cooperatively with its parents, learning the art of fishing.

One of the Moorhen chicks at the bridge stood on a half submerged branch.

The blond male Egyptian Goose on the Serpentine was with his mate, whom he seems to have forgiven for her flirtation with another gander.

The little flock of Red-Crested Pochards near the Italian Garden cruised around and preened their subtly coloured winter plumage.