Young Starlings come out

The young Starlings are out, and some were pestering their parents at the Lido restaurant.

After a shower one drank from the rainwater on a metal tabletop.

The young Long-Tailed Tits at the northeast corner of the bridge were rushing around in the trees ...

... also expecting their parents to feed them.

The insistent Blue Tit in the Rose Garden perched in a yellow rose bush just long enough for a quick shot before it flew over and started demanding a pine nut to take to its young in the lamp post.

The female Little Owl at the Serpentine called to her mate from a hornbeam tree, but he was out of earshot and didn't answer. Males wander around more widely than females.

Two of the three young Grey Herons were making a racket in the nest. Except at feeding times you generally see only two now, with the third climbing somewhere in the tree. The adventurous one may not always be the same bird.

A heron stared intently into the algae in the Italian Garden, with the eight Coot chicks in the background. There are perch in this pool, seldom seen as they lurk under the weed.

The Italian Garden is the only place where whole broods of Coots survive. Even at Peter Pan the family on the south side, with plenty of bushes to shelter in, have lost one of their five. The four are still using their original nest as a resting place.

A Moorhen chick paddled through the algae under the Italian Garden.

The Mallard on the Round Pond was sheltering her ducklings from the wind.

The Mandarin still has five.

The pair at the Vista were having a dispute with a Carrion Crow.

The Mute Swan 4GIA, the male of the pair that originally occupied the nest site in the reeds east of the Lido, had returned and was standing by the entrance to the site, which was overgrown from disuse but now shows signs of being visited again. The swan in the foreground is not his mate 4DTI, it's a male and I couldn't see a ring. She may actually be in the reeds.

These three Canada x Greylag Goose hybrids regularly arrive in the park to moult in June.

Two squirrels were eating what at first I thought were pink flowers in a maple tree in the Dell, which would be a most unsquirrellike thing to do. But a closer look shows that the pink things are the winged seeds of the tree, which is a Tatarian Maple.

Buff-Tailed Bumblebees can't climb into hyssop flowers far enough to collect nectar or pollen ...

... but this one seems to have pierced the base of the flower with its proboscis. There is already a hole in the flower next to its right front foot.