O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
to which A.E. Housman added:
State the alternative preferred,
With reasons for your choice.
There is a brand new Canada gosling on the Serpentine. Here it is next to one of the small boathouses, eating a dandelion.
There is also one new Mallard duckling on the Round Pond, no doubt the sole survivor of a large brood.
Although the Round Pond is very exposed, there are fewer big gulls there than on the main lake, so it has a ghost of a chance.
The widowed male Mute Swan is back on the Long Water. He had not brought a new mate with him -- it is probably too soon for him to think of that -- and he was understandably even more foul-tempered than usual, pecking at every bird that crossed his path.
The pair of Great Crested Grebes at the east end of the Serpentine were inside one of the reed rafts, where a square has been left out to make a tiny pond. It would be an excellent place to nest if they wanted to, with access by swimming under the raft -- something that even a very new baby grebe could manage with ease.
On the Long Water, another grebe was catching some very small fish of a suitable size for giving to young birds. I didn't get a picture because it was swallowing them at the moment it surfaced.
A Pied Wagtail was running up and down the shore at the Lido, looking for insects in the debris washed ashore by the wind.
One of the Blue Tits nesting in the lamp post was looking down at its nestlings, protected by literally cast iron security.
There was a Goldfinch on a tree at the edge of the Diana playground.
Normally these shy birds would stay away from such a noisy place, but the playground is closed for maintenance.
The male Little Owl was looking out of his tree hole.
I still couldn't see the male Tawny Owl, but I am sure that he was in the horse chestnut just north of the nest tree because some Jays were making a terrible racket there when I passed.