The female Little Owl called from the big horse chestnut tree next to the north end of the Serpentine Gallery.
The rowan trees on Buck Hill were busy with Mistle Thrushes ...
... and Starlings.
Birds beside the Long Water included a Long-Tailed Tit on a hawthorn twig ...
... a female Blackcap ...
... a male Greenfinch ...
... and, photographed by Ahmet Amerikali, a Chiffchaff ...
... and a Wren.
A pair of Herring Gulls rested on the edge of the Serpentine and nattered mildly to each other.
A Cormorant flew up the Long Water ...
... and three Mute Swans flew down the Serpentine in formation.
A Coot had a wash.
A Moorhen chick climbed up a duckboard in the Italian Garden.
A Grey Squirrel called to another a few trees away. I've turned up the volume so that you can hear the other one replying. It got bored with the exchange and went into its hole.
A Migrant Hawker dragonfly perched on a twig behind the Lido.
I so wish someone invented a gull-to-human decoder. I wonder what they are saying to each other. They almost look like an old married couple.
ReplyDeleteSplendid picture of the Thrush attacking the red berries, although the prettiest one, at leas to my eyes, today is the contorsionist Long Tailed Tit.
I played the Little Owl video to my husband and he thought it was a tiny cat meowing! In Spanish cats and little owls share the same verb, mayar, 'to say meow'.
Those gulls are an old married couple -- at least, they've been together in that place on the edge of the Serpentine for several years.
DeleteThe call of a female Little Owl is more meow-like than that of the male, which is more monotone. I've just been checking this on xeno-canto to make sure.