A Carrion Crow had a brisk wash in the Serpentine before flying off to dry in a tree.
A Grey Wagtail hunted along the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace.
The Blue Tit pair in the Dell are now regular customers for pine nuts. One waited in the corkscrew hazel bush.
A Great Tit perched in a pyracantha bush in the Flower Walk. Most of its abundant berries have now been eaten.
The male Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in the plane tree.
Both the Peregrines were on the barracks tower, but by the time I got round to it the female had flown away.
The Lesser Black-Backed Gull here is the one we saw eating a Feral Pigeon it had caught at the Triangle. It was having a flirtation with a Herring Gull. There are several of these mixed pairs, and I suspect that some of the lighter coloured gulls we take to be Lesser Black-Backs are in fact hybrids.
A Grey Heron stood on the swan nesting basket west of the Lido. Although no swan has even been on it, the flimsy structure is falling to pieces by itself.
The basket at the Triangle where the Black Swan and 4GIQ nested has been thoroughly trashed and is beginning to sink. It's now a hangout for various Mute Swans and Coots.
The pair were together on the other side of the lake.
A Little Grebe and one chick threaded their way through a crowd of Coots on the Long Water.
The female Great Crested Grebe checked out an abandoned Coot nest while, just visible behind her, a chick shouted at her to stop wasting time and bring it a fish.
The other two chicks were on the far side of the bridge. The pushy one which had been unmercifully pestering its father turned away abruptly ...
... because it saw that its exasperated parent was about to chase it off.
The single young grebe from the nest under the Dell restaurant balcony is now independent but by no means skilled at fishing yet, and is having to work hard to survive this difficult stage. They usually start by fishing in the shallows at the edge of the lake, where there are tiny fish and other small aquatic creatures that are easy to catch.
We saw the young Moorhens on the fallen tree at Peter Pan when they were very small. Now they are fully grown and in their drab teenage plumage.
An enormous Buff-Tailed Bumblebee on a clump of baby sage in the Rose Garden must be a queen.
All the remaining Willow Emerald damselflies have lost their green colour and turned bronze, though they still have their metallic sheen.















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