Rattling crow

It was a sunny morning though the weather turned nasty later. The Albert Memorial shone in its avenue of plane trees.

Carrion Crows rattle when annoyed, and these two near the Round Pond were clearly getting on each other's nerves. A brief brawl erupted.

A pair in Queen's Gate were more peacefully employed in ripping up some binbags.

In the Rose Garden a bush with abundant rose hips saw a good turnout: a Coal Tit ...

... a Blue Tit ...

... and a singing Robin.

The Robin at the southwest corner of the bridge shouted angrily at a Magpie.

Ahmet Amerikali found another Cetti's Warbler at the place north of Peter Pan where they nested earlier this year.

A Blackbird in the holly tree above took a break from eating berries.

Several Pied Wagtails were hunting by the Round Pond. This one is female, with a grey back.

The Common Gull at the Lido, still alone, posed for its portrait.

Cormorants are no longer crowded on the electric boat platform, and the young Grey Heron can return to its usual fishing spot.

A Cormorant looking for small fish on the ramp for swimmers at the Lido was completely unfazed by being filmed at close quarters.

The narrow passage under the bridge is busy with birds going through. A young Great Crested Grebe swimming one way passed two young Mute Swans coming in the other direction.

The swan family inspected the new reed bed being built by the bridge. They won't be able to trash the reeds, as these will be protected by a cage made of reinforcing bar and covered with extra tough plastic mesh.

The Shoveller drakes are very slow getting into their breeding plumage but this one is almost there. He overtook a female Tufted Duck.

I was disappointed by this picture of the biggest Canada Goose in the park, who must weigh at least 14 pounds and has a deep bass honk. He's on the right here with his smaller mate, but the perspective reduces the difference in size.

In the North Flower Walk a medlar tree has plentiful fruit.

It's inedible until it has gone soft and brown, a process known as bletting. Then you can make it into a jelly similar to the quince jelly that trendy folk eat with cheese, but with a different and interesting flavour. An old name for this is medlar cheese and my great-aunt used to make it.