It was still quite windy, especially at the Round Pond, but the female Little Owl was out on a branch looking slightly ruffled.
While I was photographing here a Buzzard passed high overhead.
Wood chips laid to conserve water around the old ash tree by the Dell harbour insects, and a young Blackbird was digging to find some.
The affectionate pair of Herring Gulls on the Serpentine called to each other and pushed another gull out of their territory.
The young Grey Heron from the second nest is now a sleek and elegant bird.
The bold young one from the third nest was exploring, and had come over to the shore.
But its feeble sibling was still lingering in the nest. It's in for a nasty shock very soon when its parents stop feeding it. I do hope it has the sense to fly down to the shore. Several people are now coming with fish to feed the herons, and that should be enough to keep it alive while it hastily learns to find its own food.
You could just see the spiky crests of the two youngest chicks in their nest.
Two of the three Great Crested Grebe chicks on the Serpentine came to the edge, the limit of their world.
They amused themselves by diving and harassing Coots.
The four on the Long Water were with their parents.
The Coots that rebuilt their nest under the Italian Garden are serious, and already have one egg.
The sitting Coot in the fountain was tempted away by someone giving it a bit of apple ...
... but soon returned to the nest.
Four Greylag teenagers cruised down the Serpentine. Unlike adults, they don't have a white line at the lower edge of their folded wings.
A fox sunning itself by the Serpentine was mildly curious about people photographing it over the railings.
A fly crawling on a post at Peter Pan came dangerously close to a Black-Tailed Skimmer dragonfly.
A Common Darter basked in the sunshine on the kerb of a fountain.
Something, probably a squirrel, had been tearing twigs off the ginkgo tree in the Rose Garden shrubbery. A fruit-laden branch lay on the ground uneaten. All the creatures seem to agree that it's disgusting.
My hands with be shaking like crazy and unable to hold the camera for the nervousness of it if Grebes came so close to where I was! they do seem to have something against Coots, don't they? They single them out for harassment.
ReplyDeleteI still have hope that the feeble Heron sibling will come to its senses when it sees that food doesn't grow on trees, literally,
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Yes, the antipathy between Coots and GC Grebes seems to be bred in the bone. Also the typical grebe style of underwater attack. But I do wonder whether the Coots had been trying to bully the chicks before I arrived.
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