The female Little Owl was on her favourite branch ...
... far away enough from her boisterous youngsters not to be bothered by them. Both were in a horse chestnut on the other side of the path, leaping around and begging for food.
But in the next tree there was no peace for a Great Tit being chased by a fledgling.
A family of Long-Tailed Tits flew over at the back of the Lido. From the way this young one stayed still on a twig for several seconds, it was clear that it was still expecting its parents to bring food.
The heavy rain caused the land drain at the Vista to overflow as usual, bringing up an abundance of worms for this Blackbird to collect for his young.
The Great Crested Grebe chick was by itself in the middle of the Serpentine, also calling loudly to be fed.
The notorious pigeon-killing Lesser Black-Backed Gull had just removed the last shred of meat from its latest victim. It took off at once and went in search of another.
It must be a great relief for a Greylag Goose with nine goslings that they can feed themselves.
The Black Swan graciously accepted a digestive biscuit, then went for a cruise on the Serpentine.
It was good not having to photograph him in the sordid mess of shed feathers and droppings that the Mute Swans have created on the shore near the bridge, which can't be cleaned up until the swans have stopped using it as their living room.
A Grey Heron was perched on an improbably thin twig, surveying the surroundings for a juicy rat or a dropped sandwich.
There are clouds of insects all over the lake for the Reed Warblers to eat. This one, in the reed bed at the east end of the Serpentine, felt safe enough to perch out in the open because it was fifty yards from the path.