The Mute Swans nesting near the Italian Garden have seven eggs, a fine clutch if only they can keep them safe from marauding foxes.
While the female swan was looking after her eggs, her mate was up near the bridge stopping other swans from getting on to the Long Water. I hope he spends the night beside her, guarding their dangerously exposed nest.
A pair of Gadwall were swimming around at the Vista, amicably mixing with Mallards and Tufted Ducks. Then a single male Red Crested Pochard arrived, and for some reason they took an instant dislike to this bird, quacking hoarsely at it. The pair rounded on the unfortunate intruder and chased it away. Did these sober coloured ducks find its bright plumage offensive?
The Great Crested Grebes occupying the wire basket near the bridge were swimming up and down the joints in the wire mesh, which have come slightly open and allow a grebe to reach down and grab a fish. They didn't catch anything while I was watching. But one of them dredged up a dirty old plastic bag and offered it to the other.
The present was evidently a success, as it started them displaying and they even did a brief dance. Grebes do use plastic bags in their nests, even preferring them to algae or leaves as they are strong and durable.
The male Tawny Owl was asleep in his usual spot. Then he woke and looked up crossly ...
... because he was being taunted by a Magpie.
No Little Owls were visible, not surprisingly on a drizzly day.
These mushrooms baffled me. They were growing under the railings behind the benches at Peter Pan.
They look just like field mushrooms, though they didn't smell quite right -- slightly acrid. I thought they might be St George's mushrooms (Calocybe gambosa), which grow in April, but when I looked these up I saw that they have white gills rather than the pink ones of the mushrooms here.