A Great Tit sang a monotonous one-note song and chattered in the corkscrew hazel bush in the Flower Walk. Great Tits don't always have the two-note song you expect. Some songs are quite long, and the most I've heard is 11 notes.
The weeping beech by the west gate of the Rose Garden was a busy scene with Great Tits ...
... Blue Tits ...
... one of the Coal Tit pair ...
... the usual male Chaffinch ...
... a Jay ...
... and a Carrion Crow all waiting to be fed.
A crow by the Serpentine had found something better than a peanut, a piece of smoked salmon from one of the restaurants. It needs the extra protein, as its feathers are bleached by a poor diet of junk food.
A pair of Long-Tailed Tits near the Italian Garden were gathering spider web ...
... and lichen for their nest.
Robins have been singing all winter, but the approach of spring has sent them into overdrive and they could be heard singing everywhere. This is one I'm not familiar with in the Flower Walk ...
... and this is the unattached Robin at Mount Gate. The usual pair here could be heard at the back of the bushes.
Pigeon Eater was with his mate by the Dell restaurant. He was careful to face away from the Feral Pigeons to give the impression that he wasn't paying attention to them.
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This Black-Headed Gull, Yellow 2F12, has been visiting the park since 2023. I reported it at the time and found that it had been ringed on the seafront at Westcliff in Essex in February, and had later been seen in Regent's Park.
The Black Swan was closely following his girlfriend 4GIQ.
There were four Mute Swans on the nesting basket by the Lido, a sign that they don't consider it a nest site, just a place to rest. The basket is already beginning to break down: wicker was not a good choice for huge birds with a destructive bent.
The Egyptian Geese at the east end of the Serpentine had managed to keep all their eight goslings for another day, and guided them neatly among the crowds of Sunday visitors.
A pair of Mandarins cruised down the Serpentine. The drake was in his full spectacular breeding plumage, and his mate discreetly chic in grey.
I once read that if you're taking a stroll in a park and hear a bird you don't recognize even after decades of birding, it's a Great Tit.
ReplyDeleteAnother day she's kept them alive. It's amazing. She's the best parent in the park, hands down.
Tinúviel
Yes, absolutely right about the Great Tit -- though often if you hear a song you do recognise but it sounds a bit off, it's an imitation by a Starling.
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