A bit of Robin song

A Robin sang beside the path at the bottom of Buck Hill.

Another near Peter Pan came out on the path to take pine nuts.

A Blue Tit pecked at a hawthorn fruit near the Italian Garden ...

... but the ones in the Dell showed no interest in the yew fruit.

Both these and the Coal Tits preferred pine nuts laid on the railings.

A Wren perched in a winged elm near the Italian Garden.

The female Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was in the same lime tree as yesterday, but on a different branch and hard to see.

Pigeon Eater stalked through a crowd of Feral Pigeons, looking for his chance. They stay just far enough away from him to escape if he makes a grab, and he has to wait for a careless one that isn't paying attention.

It's simply impossible to tell whether Black-Headed Gulls are courting or fighting. They look harmonious as can be, then start scuffling.

The Great Crested Grebe chicks from the nest under the poplar on the Long Water are now as big as their parents, but still dependent on them.

The two from the east end of the island, slightly older, are fishing for themsleves but still being fed.

A Mute Swan chased one of the cygnets across the Serpentine. Being young and grey doesn't give immunity from these violent creatures.

The Black Swan and 4GIQ were preening at the Lido restaurant.

A Canada Goose sampled the tasty selection of water plants in the baskets at the Triangle.

These two foxes are often seen at the bottom of the lawn around the Henry Moore sculpture. The young one had an injured foreleg, but this seems better than when I last saw them.

A Buff-Tailed Bumblebee in the Rose Garden landed on a dahlia, found no way into the flower ...

... and flew down to a lantana, where an ant crawled over it while it was feeding.

The large clumps of Michaelmas daisies are still full of Honeybees.