The young Little Owl in Hyde Park had gone down in the hole to keep out of the wind, and was quite hard to see among the caterpillar-chewed leaves of the horse chestnut.
The Jackdaws have noticed my daily visits, and half a dozen of them were waiting under the tree.
A Rose-Ringed Parakeet in a catalpa near the Italian Garden held a long pod with one foot while stripping out the beans.
A Robin sang quietly to itself in the ivy hedge at the back of the Lido.
Long-Tailed Tits checked a magnolia tree at Mount Gate.
A Coal Tit perched in the corkscrew hazel in the Dell.
In the Rose Garden bushes laden with hips made a pretty background for a Great Tit ...
... and a Blue Tit.
The Grey Heron at the Lido restaurant was hoping someone on the terrace would throw it a snack.
The Great Crested Grebes with one large chick were by the south side of the Serpentine. You get the impression that it's the chick doing the driving.
No wonder it's growing so well with the amount of fish its devoted parents bring it.
The two chicks at the east end of the island were temporarily on their own. At this age they can crash dive if danger threatens and go deep enough to vanish from sight.
The single Coot chick was being fed offshore from the Lido.
Moorhens with two chicks foraged at the edge of the Vista. There are usually sandwich crumbs under the benches.
There were also young Moorhens at the island ...
... and the Dell restaurant.
The Egyptian Geese with a single gosling rested on the path by the boathouses ...
... and a Greylag had a wash.
For some reason when I saw the picture of the Grebe chick at the wheel I got reminded of an old saying of Spanish truckers: "I drive, He guides" (meaning the picture of the Sacred Heart they routinely carried).
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Here people often have an image of St Christopher on their ignition key, another image that the photograph might evoke.
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