Visiting the Tawny Owls' usual area, we heard calls and fluttering noises coming from a tree near the leaf yard. It turned out to contain at least two of the owlets -- we couldn't see through the leaves if the third was there -- and we could just see their mother's wing. She had brought them a parakeet, in two halves which she had already ripped apart.
They ate this surprisingly quickly, within five minutes.
One of the owlets dropped the remains of its meal -- just the tail and feet -- under the tree and sat looking curiously at us.
Almost at once the remnants were collected and borne away by a Carrion Crow, though there was not much left for it to eat.
A young Grey Heron had got into trouble in the Flower Walk. It had been chased into the shrubbery by five crows, which were tormenting it and would not be scared off. Luckily one of the gardeners, Bernard Horowski, managed to rescue it, angry and squawking but unharmed.
He took the bird to the Long Water in his van and released it. Later we found it beside the Serpentine cheerfully wading into the middle of a family of Egyptian Geese, trying to take their food.
A male Reed Warbler was singing in the reed bed near the Diana fountain, and this time I was lucky enough to get a picture of him.