The Little Grebe family had returned to the reeds on the east side of the Long Water.
The three newest Great Crested Grebe chicks on the Long Water are now large enough to come out from the shelter of the poplar tree on to the open water.
The single chick on the Serpentine was begging so insistently that even its loving mother lost patience and gave it the push.
The teenage grebe was resting on the swan nesting raft again. It was content to share it with the Mute Swan 4GIX, but when 4FUF climbed aboard as well that was too much, and it left hastily.
One of the cygnets on the Serpentine was preening a wing. It doesn't have any flight feathers yet. Swans' wings develop very late in their growth.
Two of the four Egyptian goslings at Fisherman's Keep had wandered off and were begging for crumbs from the passers by. They ignored their mother calling them back, and in the end she had to come and round them up.
The teenage Mandarin was also begging at the Vista, and people were making quite a fuss of him.
A young Grey Wagtail was hunting along the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace.
A Starling whistled and nattered on a chair while waiting for a chance to raid a table.
There was a Wood Pigeon in an olive tree at the end of the terrace. It does have some olives, but they look too hard and unripe even for a Wood Pigeon to eat.
The male Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in the big plane tree.
The Jay family were here too. One of the young ones followed me to the Albert Memorial.
The familiar Robin was waiting on the railings in the Flower Walk.
A Blue Tit searched for insects on a branch at the northwest corner of the bridge.
As usual, the Great Tits in the corkscrew hazel in the Dell ...
... were followed by the Coal Tits. This is the female of the pair, with little white flecks above her eyes.
A male Migrant Hawker dragonfly rested on a grass seed head by the Italian Garden. It's the first I've seen here this year.
There are still some Willow Emerald damselflies. These were on the railings at the southeast corner of the bridge.















Poor thing must have really got on her nerves. I can only imagine what it must be like, to be followed everywhere at every time by a begging youngster. Although judging from the tone of the women speaking in the background of the first video, they would have been delighted to be the recipients of all that piping.
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It's easy to be charmed by a piping chick when you don't have to catch fish for it all day.
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