A West Park coot chick, by now quite well grown. Big enough to forage for itself. But as it swam along by the bank of the lake, one of the parents was still sticking with it. It was getting a mouthful of food for itself, then being given a mouthful by the parent; then repeat.
A lone ladybird, probably a 7-spot, crawling over one of the flower buds of a thistle, shortly before the bud opened. It looks like even the prickles have prickles.
Flowers on a cistus (rock rose) when they were not yet quite ready to open. The petals of the opened flowers are white.
The not really wild garlic growing in a front garden on Tettenhall Road. Its flowers had now all opened. Some, indeed, had already been fertilized. Having done their job, they had gone over, leaving the developing seed to begin to ripen.
When coot chicks first hatch, some of the down on their heads is bright red and spiky. These were very young, and from a nest only a couple of yards from the shore of the West Park lake. So they were swimming very near to the footpath.
A slim and elegant hoverfly taking a moment to rest in the sun. It was possibly a ladder-backed hover fly.