As I passed the Round Pond on my way to the Tawny Owls' tree, a Jackdaw saw me from 200 yards away and flew over and plonked itself down in front of me, demanding food. It was followed by another. These birds are getting very familiar.
The male Tawny Owl was in his usual place, looking up in annoyance as a Jay screeched at him from an upper branch.
The Coal Tit that came to my hand in the leaf yard has not been there for three days, and there are only the two that need to be given food on the fence. This is one of them.
When the tame Coal Tit appeared in the leaf yard, the one at Rima disappeared, and I think they are the same bird, and that it has moved on again since. These tiny birds move around quite a lot, tagging along with flocks of Long-Tailed Tits as they range all over the park and the adjacent streets.
There was a flock of Long-Tailed Tits working its way along the path on the east side of the Long Water. They are extremely agile among the twigs in spite of the length of their tails.
A couple of Coots were fighting at Peter Pan. They were not using the ordinary jumping and kicking strategy, just seriously trying to drown each other.
A female Pochard regarded them impassively. She is elegant in an understated way, with a beautiful fine pattern.
Blondie the Egyptian Goose was in her usual place at the east end of the Serpentine, giving a spirited performance of the Fan Dance.
A pair of Lesser Black-Backed Gulls were hunting for worms in the Diana enclosure. This place is also popular with Herring Gulls, which do their worm dance, pattering their feet to imitate the sound of raindrops to bring up the worms. But the Black-Backs were using the much cruder technique of ripping up chunks of turn and looking for worms in them.
It didn't seem to be as effective as the dance. They should copy their cousins.