Three Great Crested Grebe chicks

The Song Thrush that I've filmed several times singing in a tree near the Italian Garden had flown across the path to land on a stump in the open and give us a bit more song.

There were two Jackdaws at the Vista, and another one in Hyde Park. I still haven't discovered where the main flock has gone.

All the Jays are looking tatty at the moment, but come the autumn they will get smart new feathers.

The female Little Owl at the Round Pond was in the lime tree. I couldn't find the others.

There was a Peregrine on the barracks in the morning, but it flew away before I could get to it. Later I saw one on the roof of the deserted hotel in the Cromwell Road. This picture was taken from at least a mile away.

One of the young Grey Herons was out of the nest and exploring the island. It strode along a basket ...

... and flew on to a post, landing as neatly as if if it had been flying for years.

The other one seems to be a complete stay-at-home and never leaves the nest. It got madly exciting when a parent landed above it, expecting to be fed.

The single older chick from the previous brood was fishing near the bridge. Its sister (we now know it's female) is in the Swan Sanctuary recovering from a broken leg.

The adult which hangs around the Lido restaurant was on a table, annoyed by not being able to drink out of a bottle.

Pigeon Eater, not seen much now in his old place by the Dell restaurant, had returned and perched in his favourite spot on the roof.

It was changeover time at the Great Crested Grebes' nest by the Serpentine island, allowing us to see that there are now three chicks. That's all there will be, as there were only three eggs.

They were very active, climbing all over the nest and on to their mother's back.

A teenage grebe at the other end of the island scratched its ear with a foot.

The Coots at the top of the Long Water were having a faceoff with an intruder.

This allowed the Moorhen in the reed bed, which the Coots constantly persecute, to have a moment of peace.

A Moorhen on the Serpentine confronted a Mute Swan. Surprisingly, it was the swan that backed off and swam away.

Only one Tufted duckling could be seen at the Vista. This was worrying, as there were nine yesterday. It seems unlikely that eight would perish overnight, and I hope the others were just out of sight round the corner of the reed bed. Later: Duncan Campbell thinks there are two broods of Tufted ducklings and this is the other one.