The Blackbird song season is almost over, but this one was still singing mildly in the Rose Garden. He was answered by a Wood Pigeon.
The male Robin came out at Mount Gate. He's looking a bit worn but not as desperately tatty as his mate.
The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery could be seen in the lime tree some way from her nest.
One of her owlets was begging in the nest tree, very hard to find in the leaves. This was the best picture I could get, and it took all of 20 minutes going round the tree at different distances.
A Grey Heron sunbathed on the shore by the island, ignoring the passing humans.
Magpies nest every year at the Triangle, and the family was bouncing around on the path.
The fallen tree at Peter Pan provides a drinking place for a Carrion Crow ...
... and a Moorhen.
A Coot brought a bit of reed to its mate nesting in the water lilies in the Rose Garden.
The Coots nesting on the swan raft, no longer troubled by the Black Swan, have eggs.
The four Mute cygnets milled around under the balcony of the Dell restaurant while the Great Crested Grebes exchanged places on their eggs.
The hybrid cygnet was by itself near the landing stage, feeling lonely and piping plaintively.
The sound brought both parents over.
There are two Canada Geese with speckled heads here at the moment. We've already seen the one that has a trace of Canada pattern on its face. This one doesn't.
A pair of Egyptians on the Long Water are showing interest in the swan nesting island, unused since the Canadas nested on it some time ago. They do nest on the ground if they can find a safe place.
Two Red-Crested Pochards, two Mallards, a Gadwall and a Tufted Duck lounged in the ducks' meeting place at the Triangle. It's a smelly spot on a hot day.
Common Blue Damselflies mated at Peter Pan.
There were a few Red-Eyed Damselflies in the northeast pool in the Italian Garden.















What happened, that he got left behind so? It must have been a sad sight to hear it pipe in agitation.
ReplyDeleteI woke up at an ungodly early hour today, before even the birds did, so here is the lowdown on what I can still hear: a chiding Blackbird (not singing), a few Greenfinches calling, a Great Tit complaining, a young Magpie trying to sound piteous, and a Sparrow chirping half-heartedly. Then the sun went up in earnest and all was silent.
Tinúviel