Robin singing in a bare tree

A Robin sang in a tree in the Flower Walk that had been completely stripped of leaves by moth caterpillars, the remains of whose webs can be seen clinging to the twigs.

The male Little Owl near the Speke obelisk was being nervous again, and there was just time for a hasty shot before he dashed into the hole. I think something has happened to upset him.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull was standing idly on the shore, not even looking at the crowd of Feral Pigeons.

This was because he was absolutely full after a heavy breakfast. A Carrion Crow finished off the scanty leftovers.

A young Grey Heron looked for fish below the little waterfall in the Dell.

The fallen poplar on the Long Water was full of Cormorants.

The pair of Moorhens at the Italian Garden wandered around the bowl of the marble fountain, picking at the algae.

The battle between Coots ...

... and Moorhens for possession of the Coot nest at the bridge ...

... has been settled by the family of teenage Mallards, which were busy tearing it apart to find insects.

A pair of Shovellers revolved together on the wind-ruffled water at the Vista. The drake is only just beginning to come out of eclipse and won't have his showy plumage for several weeks.

There were also a couple of Gadwalls. We haven't seen these on the lake recently. They seem to fly in and out at random intervals.

The family of Mute Swans which flew on to the Serpentine a few days ago came under the bridge to the Vista. I hadn't realised there were five hulking teenagers.

The dominant swan saw them and rushed down the lake to deal with them, but against superior forces there was nothing he could do and he had to leave them alone.

Michaelmas daisies in the Rose Garden were still attracting Honeybees collecting the yellow pollen.

I should have taken this picture on Michaelmas, which was the day before yesterday, 29 September.