Sad little Magpie

A dull grey day was much improved by the young Little Owl at the Round Pond, who came out of the back entrance of the dead tree.

A very small and tatty Magpie perched on a table at the Lido restaurant, looking miserable.

I gave it a peanut to cheer it up, which it sensibly took to a planter to eat undisturbed.

A Robin near the Henry Moore sculpture is getting more confident, and perhaps I will be able to feed him soon.

This morning in the Flower Walk the mate of the usual female Coal Tit came to my hand the first time, following her as she collected a pine nut and taking one himself. No photograph, as I was anxious not to disturb him.

Neil sent a good picture of a Dunnock near the bridge.

A Pied Wagtail ran along the edge of the Serpentine.

There was also a Grey Wagtail flying around, but it wouldn't stop so I didn't get a picture.

A very handsome Feral Pigeon strolled about on the path near the Triangle car park.

Farther up the lake the pigeons were keeping a wary distance from the Lesser Black-Backed Gull.

Frustrated, he uttered a great cry.

A Common Gull perched on a buoy in the Round Pond. These buoys are course markers for the model yacht races that are held every Sunday morning.

A Cormorant on a post at Peter Pan preened its wings and flapped to rearrange the feathers.

There were at least 20 Cormorants on the posts here, plus another 10 in the fallen poplar at the Vista ...

... and the lack of places to perch sent some of them on to the swans' nesting island.

Coots enjoyed a brawl at the Serpentine island.

The Mute Swan and his new mate were amicably together in the Italian Garden. 

She spends almost all her time in the water because she has not yet mastered the skill of getting out of the pool easily, and can only do it by a frantic run across and crashing heavily into the kerb. He can now flap and jump out in one movement. She will learn.

The five teenage cygnets have now taken over the shore at the Vista, leaving the old dominant swan uncomfortably sandwiched between two groups. At least he, his mate, and his two slightly younger offspring can go to Peter Pan to beg from the visitors.

Greylag Geese on the Serpentine had a splashy wash.