It was a sunny Saturday and the park was thronged, and many of the birds were keeping their distance. But the male Little Owl, who is now completely used to crowds on the ground, was in his usual place looking down with mild interest.
He was really waiting for dusk and for the humans to go away, so that he could pick up a few beetles.
A few of the Great Tits in the leaf yard still have dependent young, but mostly they are free. They have also grown new feathers and are smart again, having looked sadly tatty after the strain of bring up their broods. This is a female, with a narrow black stripe down her front. Males have a broad, strongly marked stripe.
One of the Great Crested Grebe chicks at the east end of the island was doing its best to swallow a fish that was almost too large for it. But it managed in the end.
At the east end of the Serpentine, this fish was definitely too large, so the father ate it himself with some difficulty.
The family refused to be moved aside by a passing pedalo.
The seven Mute Swan cygnets from the Long Water were also immovable in their new territory on the Serpentine, and the solar boat had to make a very sharp turn to skirt them.
The Common Tern with the distinctive white patch on its black cap was still on one of the posts near Peter Pan. There are plenty of small fish for it.
But some of the carp here are huge, as much as 25 lb.
They hang around in the shallow water just offshore, and will take bread or biscuits.