Saturday 7 August 2021

As I was going to the Little Owls' nest tree there was a Blackcap scolding loudly in a birch. I looked up to see what was causing the trouble, and there was the female owl staring down. No time to move to another angle for a better shot before she flew away.

A Rose-Ringed Parakeet examined a hole in the owls' tree -- not the owls' hole or it would have met stiff resistance.

The young Sparrowhawks were calling and flying around the greenhouses and over the meadow.

The male Peregrine returned to the tower of the Knightsbridge Barracks and had a good preen and shakeout.

I hadn't seen before that he has a ring. No chance of reading it when he's up a 300ft tower.

A Carrion Crow at the Dell restaurant had won the remains of someone's plate of fish and chips.

This young crow beside the Serpentine is perfectly able to find its own food, but is still trying to beg from its parents.

There have been no Starlings at the Lido restaurant for days, even during sunny spells when there were plenty of diners on the terrace and lots of scraps for them to grab. Today just one turned up and had a wash on the edge of the lake.

There was a heavy shower and I sheltered under a yew, the most waterproof of trees. I shared the space with a Great Tit, which came down to take a pine nut.

One of the two young Grey Herons from the third nest poked its head out from the leaves.

A young Herring Gull played with a leaf.

The single Great Crested Grebe chick at the island gave the camera a curious stare.

It was given a crayfish, which it swallowed without apparent difficulty.

One of the two Moorhen chicks below the Italian Garden wandered around in the reeds.

A Mute Swan rested uncomfortably on the kerb of one of the pools. To get on to the kerb from the water they have to charge it at full speed and bounce up. This looks horrifying but doesn't seem to hurt them.

The lone cygnet is still trying to join the family. It isn't welcomed but does get fed when it goes to the Vista or Peter Pan with the others.


  1. Do the other cygnets beat on him, or do they mostly ignore him? I have hopes that they will eventually take him in.

    I do think it is a very nice angle. She looks so plump and round, she is adorable.

    I wonder what the Grebe chick is thinking. I don't think they take a lot of notice of human affairs.

    1. The lone cygnet gets pushed away, but I've never seen it actually attacked. It just doesn't belong to the gang of four.

      Grebe chicks do seem to have a certain curiosity about the huge creatures lumbering on the land, but soon get bored with the spectacle.