Two Little Owls

Both the Little Owls could be seen at the Serpentine Gallery at different times. The male looked over the top of the nest tree. At this time the female could be heard calling from a distant tree, though she stopped before I could get near enough to find her.

Later the female was back on a branch of the nest tree and the male was away.

She called to him.

Long-Tailed Tits are nesting in a gorse bush near the Steiner bench, but it's a long way behind the railings and you can only get a distant view.

The Coal Tit at the southwest corner of the bridge was enviously watching the Great Tits feeding from my hand, and nearly came down. It's only a matter of days before it will pluck up courage and follow the others.

The Robin in the Rose Garden shrubbery was singing.

Both Peregrines were on the tower, not taking much notice of each other.

The perfect toy for a Young Herring Gull: it rolls and it's an exciting bright orange.

A parent looked down on the two young Grey Herons in the nest, who were clattering their bills begging to be fed.

The heron in the nest at the east end of the island was sitting again. It's not yet possible to be sure of what's going on here.

In the west nest one of the herons was preening its mate.

The old heron was standing on the Henry Moore sculpture, a favourite lookout post.

On the gravel strip below, the resident pair of Egyptians were strolling about.

A Tufted drake at Peter Pan showed off his iridescent head, purple when viewed from one side, green from the other.

The Great Crested Grebes on the Long Water are definitely nesting. It isn't much of a nest: grebes are sloppy builders. But what they lack in skill they more than make up in affection for each other.