More owlets

A Wren and a Blackcap exchanged songs beside the Long Water.

At the Serpentine Gallery a Little Owl and an owlet perched side by side in a sweet chestnut tree. It's the first time this year I've managed to see either of them.

The male owl at the Round Pond was on his usual lookout post. One of the owlets could be heard but not seen in the horse chestnut opposite.

The female Peregrine was dozing on the ledge of the barracks tower. She looked around for a moment then went back to sleep.

A Stock Dove has occupied the Starlings' nest hole in the plane tree next to the boathouses. They constantly steal other birds' holes, but the Starlings aren't bothered as their three fledglings were out and about weeks ago.

Mark Williams photographed a young Starling sunbathing on an empty table at the Lido restaurant, confident of its ability to streak away if danger threatened.

A young Magpie at the Triangle car park has graduated from begging its parents for food to begging directly.

A pair of Great Crested Grebes were diving under the baskets at the east end of the island and coming up on the other side. There is a good nest site in a bush here, and they must be using it.

For a Coot chick the water lilies in the Italian Garden fountain are an adventure playground.

All seven of the brood are still with us. Here they are feeding on algae.

The unfortunate Coots at the east end of the Serpentine were still doggedly occupying their empty nests, while the Lesser Black-Backed Gull who took their chicks was circling the lake, in St Peter's words, seeking whom he may devour.

The Mute Swans nesting at the end of the Diana fountain reed bed have come out with just one cygnet.

The Mandarin, against all probability, still has her one duckling.

The Egyptian Geese with five were keeping out of the way of the Saturday crowds at the side of a boathouse.

A moulting Egyptian preened its half-emerged new flight feathers.

The two Emperor dragonflies in the Italian Garden were laying eggs together again. They really do seem to be best friends.

A Meadow Brown butterfly uncoiled its long proboscis to drink nectar from a bramble flower until it was driven off by a rival.