The male Little Owl in the chestnut tree was also on view, though I couldn't find the female or the owlets today. He has slightly torn one of the claws on his left foot and it was obviously hurting him, because he kept holding it up. We all wish this splendid bird a quick recovery.
The number of Greylag goslings on the Serpentine now stands at 16, the highest total I can remember. The families appeared in quick succession, with four ...
... three ...
... seven ...
... and two.
The Coots in the nest in the middle of the Long Water have hatched some chicks, but carelessly left their nest and a Herring Gull saw its chance. This dramatic picture was taken by Virginia Grey
The Black Swan was was again wandering around in the undergrowth on the edge of the Long Water near the bridge. I haven't seen him with his girlfriend for some days now.
The Mallard drakes are going into eclipse, and are looking rather tatty. Soon they will look like females, but will retain their yellow bills.
The Grey Herons' nest to the east of the one I have been photographing seemed to be deserted, though it is very hard to see what is going on there as it is a deep nest mostly hidden by leaves. However, it has been active all this time and there are now two chicks in it. In this fine picture by Virginia one of them can be seen behind the open bill of the one in front.
When I looked at the nest today I could see an adult standing on the nest, but the chicks had become as invisible as ever.
Three male Reed Warblers were singing near the Diana fountain.
One of them was not in the reeds, but flying around in the shrubbery between the reed bed and the Lido restaurant, singing from different places.
This ladybird was on the east side of the Long Water. It may be a 13-Spot Ladybird, Hippodamia 13-punctata, but actually it has 17 spots, including the single one at the front of the junction of its wing cases.
What an odd genus name, suggesting that it is a horse-tamer, like the epithet of Hector that is the last word in the Iliad:
ὣς οἵ γ’ ἀμφίεπον τάφον Ἕκτορος ἱπποδάμοιο.
Such were the funeral rites of Hector, tamer of horses.
Update: but Jim n,L. thinks it's one of the many forms of the invasive Harlequin Ladybird, Harmonia axyridis. Oh well, another illusion shattered.