Hungry Little owlet

The male Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in a lime tree, quite hard to see as leafy branches swayed in front of him.

Jin Yucheng waited for an owlet to get hungry in the late afternoon and start begging, and got an excellent picture of the female.

A Greenfinch was still singing in the top of a tall tree near the Italian Garden.

More Great Tits are coming out of the bushes at the southwest corner of the bridge, always a good place for them.

One of the young Pied Wagtails was hunting on the roof of the boat hire building.

Someone had given a Carrion Crow at the island a slice of ham, which it was dunking in the water.

One of this year's young Grey Herons was fishing by the half-timbered boathouse. The oak timbers are solid and not the usual nailed-on planks you see in thousands of suburban houses.

In fact I think this is one of only three genuine half-timbered buildings in Central London. The other two are Staple Inn in High Holborn, built in 1585 and spared by the Great Fire of 1666, and Liberty's department store in Great Marlborough Street, built in mock-Tudor style in 1924 with oak timbers salvaged from two 19th century warships, HMS Impregnable and HMS Hindustan, which were being scrapped.

When I have seen the newer Coot family in the Italian Garden in recent days only four chicks have been visible.

But there was a fifth one lurking on the nest in the irises.

The Bar-Headed x Greylag Hybrid Goose which comes from St James's Park to moult on the Serpentine is an old favourite, and expects peanuts every time I pass.

Some images from the Round Pond: the single Coot chick on the gravel strip has encountered Bill Haines, and now wears the ring 3TB.

The Egyptian Goose family moved out of the hot sunlight into the shade of a bench.

A Mallard had two new ducklings. No doubt there were more, but the Herring Gulls are hungry anr merciless.

The female Mandarin and two of her young -- I could see three but there may have been more wandering around -- were approached by the Mallards.

The two Mandarin teenagers at the Vista, which are slightly older, now have fully grown wings. They are the two at the front here, with their mother in the background.

The Pochard drake at the Triangle stayed impassively on the kerb as people thronged past him to get to the noisy festival on the Parade Ground, which will be thumping dismally till Thursday.

A male Ruddy Darter dragonfly, Sympetrum sanguineum, rested on an iris in the Dell.

A tiny Flower Fly, I think Sphaerophoria scripta, perched on a fleabane leaf in the Italian Garden.