What, no Little Owl?

The Great Crested Grebe with the youngest chick rested under the bridge, waiting for the other parent to return with a fish ...

... but it was one of the other grebes from the Long Water that came under the arch, and there was a short faceoff and angry territorial calls.  The fishing is better on the Serpentine side of the bridge, so there are bound to be these disputes.

The two chicks from the east end of the island are growing up quickly and already trying to fish by themselves, though they are still being fed.

Coots chased one another across the Long Water.

A Cormorant enjoyed a typically violent wash in the Serpentine.

The Egyptian goslings at Fisherman's Keep were in their usual huddle at the edge. They seem to be growing slower than usual, maybe because in this busy place their grazing is constantly interrupted by passing dogs. The drought can't have helped either.

At the other end of the scale, this huge Canada gander at the Lido is the biggest on the Serpentine. He is known as Thunder.

A female Pochard rested on the edge nearby. When Pochards started coming to the lake in substantial numbers several years ago they were very shy, but they have now settled in and are as used to humans as the local Mallards.

The lone cygnet on the Long Water was by itself again, looking melancholy. We worry about its social development.

The Little Owls have been perching in different places recently, and today I couldn't find one at all.

The Blue Tits in the Dell have still not settled down after their corkscrew hazel bush was destroyed, and you never know where you are going to find them.

The Coal Tits are more firmly established in the two yew trees by the path ...

... though today they were annoyed by a Magpie above them, and I had to lure it out with a peanut before they would come down.

The usual Robin in the Flower Walk arrived for its daily treat ...

... and there was an unexpected sight of a Robin hopping around on the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace, a place I have never seen one before.

A Wood Pigeon fed on the abundant berries in a holly tree by the bridge. Usually I end Wood Pigeon videos with the pigeon reaching too far and falling out of the tree, but there were so many easily reached berries in the tree that it just stayed there eating its fill.

A squirrel came to drink from the Serpentine at Fisherman's Keep. The water has improved a bit with the arrival of cooler weather.

The fox at the Vista was reating at the back of the clearing. You can see that their eyes have slit pupils like those of cats, an adaptation for a nocturnal animal that allows the pupil to open extra wide at night.

There are still plenty of Migrant Hawker dragonflies. A male perched on a stem by the bridge.