Sparrowhawk on Buck Hill

A female Sparrowhawk flew over Buck Hill and perched in a tree for a couple of minutes before heading off to the Old Police House, where the pair nest in a tree.

A daytime half moon hung in the sky above.

The female Little Owl at the Round Pond came out to enjoy the morning sunshine.

When I came back later they were both out in the tree, but it was impossible to get an unobstructed view of both of them.

There was a distant view of the Fieldfare on the Parade Ground looking for worms. It found and ate one.

Redwings could also be seen, but I don't think there are more than three of them at the moment.

A Song Thrush singing at sunset by the Diana fountain was answered by a Robin in the next tree.

Great Tits waited to be fed in the top of a budding tree by the bridge, level with the parapet.

The two Coal Tits in the Rose Garden are now following me around to get as many pine nuts as possible ...

... and so are the Blue Tits ...

... and the male Chaffinch, though I haven't seen his mate for a while.

Another distant view from across the lake, but you can hear the two young Grey Herons clacking their bills as they beg for food. You can only see into the nest from this side, so it's impossible to get a closer view.

The pair in the nest at the west end of the island were together again.

There was quite a noise from several herons in the middle of the island. When I photographed this one I didn't see that there was a heron sitting in the nest at top left of the picture. Was it just resting, or is this another nest with eggs? This needs watching.

The young heron on Buck Hill was staring into the brambles, hoping for a rat. It was also staying close to the path in case anyone might be passing with food.

A Moorhen in the Italian Garden climbed around in dead iris leaves in a planter.

The Coots' nest on the post at Peter Pan is getting larger.

A Cormorant emerging from water very wet shook the water off its feathers. Only the outer layer of feathers gets wet, an arrangement that increases the bird's weight and makes it easier to dive. Its inner feathers are as waterproof and warm as those of any other diving bird.

Both the Egyptian Geese were on the grass under the Henry Moore sculpture. The male was guarding the female, making solicitous noises like the reversing alarm on a lorry. I think she is still nesting but had come down for a quick feed.