A young Robin came out on the railings at the northwest corner of the bridge. It's only the second one I've seen this year.
The bushes everywhere were loud with young Great Tits demanding food from their long-suffering parents. One did come to my hand for the first time today, showing that they will be independent soon.
The newly confident Coal Tit followed me from the Serpentine Gallery to the bridge. Once they have dared to take food from your hand they become quite peristent.
The Little Owl at the Serpentine Gallery was back in his usual lime tree. It was surprising to find him here, as it was drizzling and owls hate being rained on.
There are Wrens all along the shrubbery at the east side of the Long Water and at the Triangle just the other side of the bridge. There are also plenty of Magpies which the Wrens furiously scold, and seem to live in a perpetual state of fury.
A Magpie waited for to collect a peanut from the railings.
Most of the Jays have picked up the trick of grabbing a peanut from someone's hand in flight. It's a more reliable way of getting food than waiting for it to be put down where it might be grabbed by some other bird.
A Song Thrush sang in a holly tree a few yards north of Peter Pan. This tree is a gathering place for all kinds of birds thanks to the protection of its spiky evergreen leaves, but it's also a very hard place to get a photograph as there are few clear spaces.
It looks as if there are two families of Grey Wagtails in the park. We've seen plenty of the ones from the nest at the Triangle, and the two chicks have grown up and are independent. But today there was a female adult on the lawn in the Dell collecting insects. So there must be a second nest, probably beside the waterfall where there have been nests before.
A Moorhen clambered over the rocks beside the small waterfall.
The fountain heads in the Italian Garden have a small space underneath, and Coots often try to make nests here. There's nothing inside that a nest could be anchored to so the attempt always fails, but that doesn't stop these stubborn birds from trying.
There are so many Coot nests around the Long Water that it's impossible to keep track of the various families. A chick stood on a nest opposite Peter Pan.
The Black Swan is still sitting on the eggs on the nesting raft, a vain endeavour.
His mate the Mute 4GIQ has realised that it's useless expecting any more eggs to hatch, and is devoting herself to looking after the single hybrid cygnet.
The park is crowded with Canada and Greylag Geese that have come in to moult their flight feathers, and there was a flock on the Long Water. In previous years the boss Mute Swan would have chased them back on to the Serpentine, but now he's gone there is no opposition to them. The swan pair 4HDW and 4DTT seem to have abandoned their attempt to nest on the gravel strip.
The Egyptian Geese who originally had eleven goslings near the small bothouses are now down to seven. They were feeding by the horse ride.
Sad to say, the Pochard on the Long Water has only one duckling left. I don't think they have ever bred successfully in the park in recent years.















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