One of the second pair of Little Owls was moving around. It was in a tree halfway between the Queen's Gate crossing of the Flower Walk and the oak tree where it has been seen until now. Of course I didn't see it against the bark, and my approach disturbed it and it flew into another tree.
Then it went on to an oak tree 35 yards southwest of its original oak tree with the hole in it.
This tree has a bigger hole where a branch has broken off: you are looking at it from the south side. It is possible that the pair have moved permanently to this hole, as Jackdaws have been seen in the original one, tossing out the twigs put there by the Stock Doves last year when they stole the hole from the same Little Owls. These housing chains are getting quite hard to follow.
Another nest from last year: this one was left in one of the small boathouses where Coots nested last year. Now it is being sized up by a Moorhen.
For the Coots it was a disastrous nest site, because it is on a platform on to which baby Coots can't climb. So they fell into the water one by one and perished. However, baby Moorhens can climb and jump with great agility as soon as they are hatched with ridiculously long legs and huge feet. So the new tenants might do better.
This Coot on a nest next to Peter Pan was finding the whole affair rather boring.
A small flight of Gadwalls skimmed over the lake near the Serpentine island.
The Maned Goose at the Round Pond was amusing itself by chasing Egyptian Geese. It walked into the middle of a flock feeding peacefully and ran at them one by one until they were scattered.
A Long-Tailed Tit was waiting on a twig to have a go at the suet feeder, which was occupied by a Blackbird.
The Blackbird continued eating and showed no sign of leaving, so the tit flew to the other side of the block and ate its fill undisturbed by the much larger bird.
Blackbirds are also very fond of digestive biscuits. Being fruit eaters, they like sweet things.
The Scaup was reported to be still on the Serpentine, but I didn't find him. However, the Cetti's Warbler was singing in his usual place on the west side of the Long Water. The male Tawny Owl had not yet emerged when I had to leave the park at three o'clock.