Doves of war

A very brief clip of two Stock Doves fighting in a tree. The idea of 'doves of peace' is in illusion. All of them fight like fury.

The tatty Blue Tit in the Flower Walk struck a dramatic attitude on the railings. I think she is growing a few more feathers, but she will never be a neat shiny bird ...

... unlike the smart little female Coal Tit waiting in the holly bush ...

... or the Robin in the corkscrew hazel ...

... or a neat Pied Wagtail on the edge of the Round Pond.

A Carrion Crow found a leathery scrap of stale Arab flatbread ...

... and dunked it in the lake to make it just about edible.

A Jackdaw in a lime tree by the Dell waited for a peanut to be produced.

A good picture by Ahmet Amerikali of a Jay in flight.

The Little Owl near the Speke obelisk was in his home tree, though in an awkward place for a picture. He was in a nervous mood again and soon rushed into his hole. I wish I could photograph him without upsetting him.

A Cormorant went over the wire basket at the bridge, which is a fish hatchery, looking for any fish incautious enough to emerge. It couldn't dive here because there is not much depth above the basket.

A Great Crested Grebe on the Serpentine made an elegant backlit silhouette.

Another near the island preened, and shrugged in that peculiar grebe gesture to settle its feathers.

A Shoveller drake on the Long Water paused for a moment and looked up, raising his enormous bill from the water.

Mallards have a favourite resting place on a branch of the collapsed willow near the bridge.

The wildflower patch in the Rose Garden has almost completely died down, but there are still a few cornflowers.