The young songbirds are rapidly becoming independent. Three young Great Tits at the southwest corner of the bridge were foraging for themselves, and all came to my hand in quick succession to collect pine nuts.
The young Starlings at the Lido restaurant are also now doing their own scavenging. On a hot afternoon one was sunbathing on a table.
A young Carrion Crow nagged at a parent to feed it. The parent thought it was old enough to find its own food, and ignored it.
An adult was sifting through the debris left by some filthy picnickers.
A Wren scolded a Magpie in the bushes near the Buck Hill shelter.
Ahmet Amerikali got a picture of a Reed Warbler near the Lido carrying insects for the chicks. They're almost impossible to see here now unless they come up in a tree.
He's also keeping an eye on the Firecrests in Battersea Park.
The male Peregrine was on the tower again, alone. It's really looking as if his new mate has given him the push.
I couldn't see a Little Owl, but the owlet at the Serpentine Gallery was calling from somewhere invisible. The ancient chestnut tree is completely hollow and has a large hole in its broken top, and I think it must have been in there.
It's been unclear whether there is a fifth Grey Heron nest on the island, since the site in a treetop is invisible from the ground. But today the chicks, which are now quite large, were bouncing about begging for food and they could be seen intermittently through the leaves. (I wish people wouldn't play loud music in the park. The powerful and easily portable Bluetooth speaker is a curse of our time.)
Two of the three young herons from the fourth nest were down on the wire baskets at the edge of the island.
The six Mallard ducklings on the Round Pond boldly barged their way through a crowd of swans, with their mother pecking swans to shove them aside.
The smallest Mandarin duckling had strayed away again and was eating algae off a buoy.
Four Red-Crested Pochard drakes preen in the edge of the Serpentine. They are beginning to lose their bright breeding plumage and go into eclipse, but still have their silly ginger bouffant hairstyles.
I happened to be crossing London Bridge and saw two families of Greylags going upriver. There's a little gravel beach where the geese stand at low tide. It seems remarkable that they can breed on a busy tidal river with a fast current but not in the park.
There are lots of dragonflies and damselflies. This Emperor dragonfly...
... Black-Tailed Skimmer ...
... and Common Blue damselfly were perched within a couple of feet of each other in the reeds below the Italian Garden.
A Honeybee browsed in a pretty bindweed flower in the Dell.
The patch of bindweed seems to have been planted deliberately, while in Kensington Gardens desperate efforts are being made to eradicate it, and a long section of flower bed in the Flower Walk is covered with plastic sheeting which will remain in place for two years. (I bet the unstoppable plant springs gaily back into growth at the end of this time.)