The grebes bounce back

The Great Crested Grebes at the island, whose first nest was destroyed by the carelessness of the boat hire people, have rallied and made a new nest which now has at least three eggs in it. It's in a much better place, inaccessible to boats and sheltered by overhanging branches.

The Coots at the Triangle are feasting on plums ...

... and cherries fallen from the lakeside trees.

The lone Mute cygnet on the Serpentine had wandered off into a group of Greylag Geese, which fortunately were leaving it in peace. It was several minutes before its mother hurried over and collected it.

There's another white Greylag on the lake, considerably larger than the other two. It looks to be wholly or partly a domestic breed.

The Mallard by the island still has one duckling left, which is now almost big enough to be out of danger from the gulls.

The little Mandarin on the Round Pond preened its wings. It could probably fly now if its mother came to lead it to the Long water. The other two ducklings managed to fly with their wings at this size.

One of these was at the Vista, now with flight feathers at full adult length.

The young Egyptian Goose at the Round Pond was eating ragwort again.

The newest brood of Grey Heron chicks on the island have reached the stage when they start climbing out of the nest and exploring the trees. They learn to fly by taking short hops between branches.

The heron that likes to lie on the wire basket was there again. It isn't nesting: the twigs were put there by a Coot.

Cormorants perched in a dead tree, looking oddly like Giuseppe Penone's sculpture of boulders in trees at the Serpentine Gallery.

Two young ones were standing on a boathouse roof.

Malachi the gardener told me that the Little Owls at the Serpentine lodge have two owlets. He has some good pictures, which I will put up when he sends them. I went there but couldn't find the tree, an old and broken horse chestnut with a large oval hole and a sawn-off branch next to it. It's surprisingly difficult to find a tree from a photograph.

But I did find a Blackbird looking for blackberries growing up through a tree.

A Song Thrush preened in a tree by the Long Water.

One of the familiar Robins was waiting at Mount Gate. The other could be heard ticking in the back of the bushes, but didn't come out.

There was a fox by the Henry Moore again, this time the young male.

A mysterious green object fell out of a tree near the Steiner bench on to my camera. I thought it might be some kind of larva, but maybe it's just a leaf bud knocked off by a squirrel.