The intrepid fox

A Song Thrush unexpectedly appeared out of the brambles near the bridge.

The pair in the leaf yard were both foraging under the trees on the north side.

A patch of scrub on the other side of the yard has just been cut down, exposing a lot of insects and larvae. A male Blackbird preferred to forage here rather than push through the grass.

He found a small larva.

A Blue Tit gathered moss to line a nest near the Ranger's Lodge.

A Long-Tailed Tit looked out from a tangle of twigs at the back of the Lido, where a pair have a nest.

Most of the Jays in Kensington Gardens will fly down to snatch peanuts from my fingers, but this one in the Flower Walk was very shy and lingered hesitantly on the railings.

The Tawny Owl was inside his hole in the morning and didn't come out till mid-afternoon.

The three pairs of Great Crested Grebes on the Serpentine are still having territorial disputes. One of them tried a little charge.

The pair under the willow near the bridge still don't have any eggs, but are hanging around the nest site. Grebes are very vague about what sex they are, and it's possible that they've accidentally formed a same-sex couple. On finding that no eggs arrive, these pairs break up after a while and the grebes go off to find more suitable mates.

Every year there is a Coot nest in the western small boathouse, which is usually successful. It had to be photographed through a gap between the doors.

The nest in the other boathouse is easy to see but always fails because it's on a high platform with no way for chicks to climb up after they leave the nest. Putting in a plank to act as a ramp doesn't work because the birds aren't bright enough to realise what it's for.

The male Mute Swan in the Italian Garden was having a hate session with the dominant swan on the Long Water below.

A back view of him looking through the balustrade. I still haven't discovered where his mate is nesting.

Update: Des McKenzie found a Wigeon pair (or maybe two pairs) on the Serpentine, which I missed.  Something to keep an eye out for.

Urban foxes have no fear of humans, and the foxes in the park are no exception. This one strolled around in front of several people leaning over the railings photographing it.

I didn't think bees bothered with the sparse amount of nectar in catkins, but this Buff-Tailed Bumblebee was busy near the bridge. There were no more suitable flowers nearby. Sorry this is a poor photograph -- it was the only one I could get in an awkward spot.

The purple polyanthus in the Flower Walk was crowded with bees. This is a Common Carder.

A Hairy-Footed Flower bee browsed on a grape hyacinth in the Rose Garden, preferring the withered florets at the bottom of the flower head.

The garden of the Ranger's Lodge is a secluded place, not open to the public -- just the place to have a beehive. I wonder what happens to the honey, which isn't on sale as far as I know. It's a pity that the beautiful old lodge, ideally set in a big garden in the wide green acres of the park, is just used as offices. But I suppose that if some billionaire bought it (and you'd need to be a billionaire) the grounds would have been swarming with security men who'd have beaten me up for snooping.