There is a hanging feeder inside the shrubbery north of the Orangery, and it has attracted many small birds. There is a whole group of Dunnocks running about in the shelter of some discarded café tables ...
... several Chaffinches -- this one is female ---
... the usual Robins, and several kinds of tits, including a family of Long-Tailed Tits two of which are nesting nearby. One of them obligingly posed in a blossoming tree.
This Wren, however, was in a shrubbery near the bridge, running around on the branches looking for insects.
The female Little Owl had come out on the edge of her nest hole to enjoy the sunshine. I was expecting her to flee inside when I approached, but she just looked at me sleepily and relaxed again.
No one has yet found the Tawny Owl family. This happens every year, of course: they may be anywhere up to half a mile from their nest, and they are found by pure chance.
Blondie the Egyptian Goose was with her mate at the east end of the Serpentine, preening her elegant pale wings.
The Egyptians at the Round Pond still have six young.
The Scaup, whom I criticised for idleness a few days ago, was rushing around with some Tufted Ducks.
There are never more than a couple of Cormorants on the lake at the moment. One was fishing around the wire baskets of twigs next to the bridge. I though they had almost fished out this place. But the Cormorant surprised me by surfacing with a large perch which even this all-engulfing bird had some difficulty in swallowing.