Teal still here

It was a day of wind and drizzle. Cormorants balanced on posts at the island.

The three Egyptian goslings settled into a comfortable huddle to keep warm.

Feral Pigeons sheltered under the cornice of the bridge.

But at least we got a rainbow as the sky began to clear.

It was a surprise to see the three female Teal still on the Long Water. The one on the right showed a glimpse of its brilliant green secondary feathers. It's a mystery why people use the word 'teal' for a very different shade of blue-green.

A pair of Mallards had a shower in the bowl of the marble fountain in the Italian Garden.

A young Moorhen trotted across the flagstones.

The Great Crested Grebes from the east end of the Serpentine, now free of the task of bringing up their teenager, went back to defending their terrtory against the next pair up the lake.

A Mute Swan at the Vista had a wash and a mighty flap.

Pigeon Eater looked out over the dead leaves at the Dell restaurant.

Long-Tailed Tits flitted through the trees at the back of the Lido.

Not surprisingly, the Little Owl wasn't out. But the newly confident Coal Tit was at the Serpentine Gallery and came to my hand.

The Robin in the Flower Walk arrived for his customary three pine nuts.

A Jay landed fearlessly among the lethal spikes of the cockspur hawthorn at Mount Gate,

A Magpie perched in the brown leaves of a maple by Temple Gate.

In the Rose Garden a Buff-Tailed Bumblebee spiked a hole in a baby sage flower with its probsocis.

The exotic planting at the bandstand lavatory now features a gaudy orange canna.

Visiting Teal

We seldom see Teal here, and they never stay for more than a day. There were three females under the Italian Garden. Note how small they are compared to the passing Mallard.

The youngest Great Crested Grebe chick, in the care of its father under the bridge ...

... was allowed to come out on the Hyde Park side, where its mother brought a fish which it only just managed to swallow.

The oldest teenager was exploring, and came up on the shore at the Lido, where there is an easy slope out of the water and no kerb. They soon lose interest in the shore, but have to try everything once. Thanks to Bill Haines for this picture.

Two young Moorhens wandered up the edge of restaurant terrace.

A pair of Cormorants at the island played with a tuft of grass and a feather, and displayed to each other. They were just idling away the time between fishing expeditions.

Pigeon Eater came down for a drink ...

... leaving the Dell restaurant roof clear for the Herring Gull pair which are only there when he isn't.

A Carrion Crow drank from the Huntress fountain.

A Jackdaw looked down expectantly from a tree by the boat hire platform.

One of the inevitable Jays appeared in a holly tree by Temple Gate ...

... where the Robin from the bridge was waiting in a yew.

The yew in the Dell was the scene for a Coal Tit ...

... and a Blue Tit.

It was a relief to see the male Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery back on his usual branch in the plane tree.

The fox at the Vista, peacefully eating peanuts, heard an Egyptian Goose warning of the approach of a dog and prepared to retreat into the brambles.

A colder day reduced insect activity and I only saw one dragonfly, a Migrant Hawker.

The hardy Buff-Tailed Bumblebees were still at work. This one was on a clump of purslane in the Rose Garden.

Autumn sets in

On a day of rain and drizzle the Great Tits were hungry and poured out of the trees to take pine nuts. There was a pair of Coal Tits in a bay tree beside the Serpentine Gallery and one of them, encouraged by the stream of other birds, came to my hand although I had never had any dealings with it before.

The Robin at the southwest corner of the bridge had been sheltering in an oak tree.

A Jay on the bridge was looking soggy ...

... and a Magpie perched in heavy rain on a lamp post in the Diana fountain car park.

A pair of Carrion Crows perched together in the half-dead variegated holly tree between the bridge and the Vista.

A Grey Wagtail hunted along the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace.

A Black-Headed Gull pecked at a dead fish at Fisherman's Keep.

Another perched on an eroded naiad in the Italian Garden.

A Grey Heron on the electric boat charging platform disapproved of a Cormorant intruding on its territory.

The Great Crested Grebe teenagers from the east end of the Serpentine island were fishing together, but when a parent appeared they sped off to start begging.

Grebes do not eat only fish. This one had found a 'rat-tailed maggot', an aquatic hoverfly larva.

The young Moorhen at the island amused itself by climbing on a bench.

The Black Swan saw me by the Triangle and charged over for some sunflower hearts.

One of the resident pair of Egyptian Geese in the Rose Garden enjoyed a wash in the Huntress fountain.

Three Red-Crested Pochard drakes cruised under the bridge. They are not yet in full breeding plumage, the one in the middle being most advanced.

The wire baskets at the bridge, which are fish hatcheries, were being refilled with twigs, a tricky job as the tops are held on with metal clamps that have to be snipped off under water.

The exotic planting at the bandstand lavatory has produced this bright red thing, which I am told is a sheath for a newly unfurled leaf. It's a Rubber Plant, Ficus elastica, a familiar and usually drab sight in offices and lobbies, but I had no idea that they could be so bright.

A Rose-Ringed Parakeet in a catalpa in the Rose Garden chewed a pod to get the seeds out. The number of parakeets in the park is down, and the catalpas near the Italian Garden have received little attention. Possibly the drought has withered the seeds, which are normally much liked by parakeets.

A Jackdaw in the Rose Garden had dark eyes instead of the usual bright silver ones. It wanted a peanut, of course.

The Robin in the Flower Walk ...

... and another near Peter Pan made their wishes plain.

The Blue Tits in the Dell have taken to turning up in a small sycamore tree by the fence, but it doesn't offer the comfort and safety of the much missed corkscrew hazel bush.

The Coal Tits are generally in the yew trees. Like all very small birds they like the cover of dense evergreens.

At Mount Gate a Wren appeared in a lime tree.

No Litle Owl again today. This is what happens with owls: they seem to have a favourite perch for a long time but abruptly get bored with it, move elsewhere and never return. It can be hard to find them again.

The Black-Headed Gull from Prague had a few moments of flirtation with another gull at Fisherman's Keep. I thought that this very dominant gull was going to chase it off, but instead they walked side by side as courting gulls do. However. it was only playing and they separated shortly afterwards.

Pigeon Eater had dined and was on the Dell restaurant roof ...

... while another Lesser Black-Backed Gull finished his meagre leftovers.

The newest Great Crested Grebe chick on the Long Water was fed by its mother.

Later its father started to take it under the bridge, but when he saw a rival waiting for him on the other side he came back at once.

The lone Mute cygnet on the Long Water was at the Vista with some other swans, but none of them were its parents.

The fox was out by the Vista again, enjoying admiration and titbits.

Migrant Hawker dragonflies near the Italian Garden mated on an iron railing spike, a place that dragonflies like on fine days when the metal is warmed by the sun. The male is at the top.

The central circle of the Rose Garden has been planted with autumn-flowering plants, including a lot of Michaelmas daisies of various colours. They have proved a great success with the Honeybees, and the flowers are crowded with them.