The first Shovellers have returned, rather early this year. There were three on the Long Water. This is an immature drake.
There has also been an arrival of about 30 Pochards, mostly male. The sexes migrate separately, drakes first.
About the same number of Red-Crested Pochards were on the Long Water. But these are not migrants: they come in from Regent's Park at any time, and go back again as they please.
There is some kind of swimming event on the Serpentine which has caused a big disturbance. It brought the Canada--Bar-Headed hybrid goose over to the south shore.
The adult Great Crested Grebes are not bothered by human swimmers -- they can do this so much better. They are fading into their plain winter plumage.
They are also moulting their flight feathers, which in those that have bred have been damaged by being used as a playpen for the chicks. They will be able to fly again by the time frosty weather is possible, so they can move to the river if they need to, The young ones will also be airworthy by then (as far as a Great Crested Grebe is -- flight is not really their thing).
The Moorhens in the Dell were building a fifth nest.
But the poor young Grey Heron, still with the bit of plastic stuck to its bill, hungry and angry, came over and stamped it to bits.
It seems that it will have to wait until it is too weak to escape, and then Malcolm will get the plastic off and it may pull through. At least it can drink, and was doing so while I watched.
A visit to the Rose Garden revealed nothing but a Robin in a rose bush, ticking irritably at the weekend crowds.
Two young Wood Pigeons in the leaf yard were idly hassling a parent on a branch.
The female Little Owl was in the nest tree.
Three Jackdaws arrived and perched challengingly near, but she took no notice and after a while they flew away.
The white-faced Blackbird near the Italian Garden looked at me quizzically before coming out for a bit of biscuit.