There were a lot of Grey Herons around the Serpentine island, at least nine. One of them reoccupied the upper nest high in a birch tree, which hasn't been visited since the young herons left earlier last year, but was well built and hasn't fallen to pieces.
Starlings congregate in the trees next to the funfair before swooping down in a party to seize food from the stalls. Some of them were having a wash between raids.
The birds in the leaf yard don't have to worry about raiding, as food is brought to them. Every now and then we need a reminder of how beautiful these common birds are, so here are a Great Tit ...
... a Blue Tit ...
... and a Coal Tit.
There was a Goldcrest in the yew tree at the southwest corner. They won't come to be fed, but they are not particularly shy.
Several Jays were in the trees hoping to be given peanuts. More of them have learnt the trick of snatching peanuts from one's fingers in flight.
A pair of Jackdaws often wait on the urns in the Italian Garden.
A Moorhen at the Lido restaurant was baffled by the lid of a paper coffee cup. This was just as well, as caffeine is probably very bad for birds, as it is for most creatures apart from us.
We hadn't seen the white-faced Blackbird for a while, but she came out in her usual place on the east side of the Long Water and accepted a piece of digestive biscuit.
There was a distant view of a Little Grebe, seen from the opposite side of the water.
The female Little Owl near the Albert Memorial was enjoying the morning sunshine.
The male Little Owl near the Henry Moore sculpture preferred to stay in the shade.