The scarlet autumn leaves of the Japanese maple at the southeast corner of the bridge make a spectacular background, but there are seldom any birds in it. Today, however, it was visited by a flock of Long-Tailed Tits ...
... accompanied by the Great Tits of which there are always plenty at this end of the bridge.
Starlings looked for insects and worms in a weedy patch of lawn by the Diana fountain.
Another perched on the railings, looking into a clump of bog sage. Only a week ago this was full of insects, but numbers have fallen sharply as the cold weather sets in.
The Robin that lives in the yew hedge in the Flower Walk looked out of the leaves. It's the undisputed master of the hedge and seldom bothers to sing.
The Robin a short way up the path in the corkscrew hazel bush is also secure, and therefore fairly quiet.
This one on a stump near the Henry Moore sculpture has a much less clearly defined territory that it needs to defend actively, and sings loud and often.
Sunshine brought the Little Owl at the Round Pond out into the horse chestnut.
Feral Pigeons have an odd habit of sitting motionless in water for long periods. The greasy powder on their feathers leaves a trail on the surface.
Pigeon Eater was having a second helping of a victim that he had already mostly eaten. Two young Herring Gulls hung around waiting for a chance the grab a morsel.
The dominant Black-Headed Gull from the landing stage was looking out over his territory from the Big Bird statue.
The Grey Heron at the Lido restaurant had been along the terrace hoping someone would throw it a scrap. Disappointed, it went fishing by a reed bed.
A Cormorant at Peter Pan shone in the sunlight as it dried its wings on a post.
Moored boats at the Serpentine island have been left to the numerous Cormorants, which are making an awful mess of them.
A teenage Great Crested Grebe chased its father up the Long Water.
A Moorhen enjoyed a piece of apple. All the birds that are not strictly carnivorous seem to like apples, a new taste since people started bringing them to feed the Rose-Ringed Parakeets.
The fox wasn't in its willow tree today, so here is a pleasing picture by Julia of one of them by the Dell stream.
Oh my God I gasped with the Long Tailed Tit's picture! It's just amazing! Such a lovely fluff ball in such a fetching setting. I'm in love.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder that Robin doesn't feel the need to sing. His face is saying, loud and clear, he's the master of all he surveys. At least as far as the next bush.
Tinúviel
I've been waiting literally for years to see any bird at all in that tree. Its little leaves and very thin twigs don't make an attractive perch. That doesn't matter to hungry Long-Tailed Tits hunting insects. But it was a tremendous stroke of luck.
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