Large white butterfly caterpillars, notorious for the depredations they can make on cabbages and the like. These were, for a change, eating away at the leaves of Jack by the hedge (aka garlic mustard) plants.
By early June, the first coot chicks were well enough grown to go off swimming on their own. They were still making plaintive cries to get the parents to feed them
Caterpillar inching its way forwards. If it survives the winter, it should emerge next spring as an orange tip butterfly.
When I last visited West Park, back in early June, the sole surviving Canada goose gosling was growing rapidly, but was still being guarded by the parents.
Window display in a Cologne city centre shop devoted to the sale of noble metals, with a scarf which I presumed was in the colours of one of the local football teams.
Round the corner, a popular bar had the same model of statue. This time the goat itself, as well as the scarf it was wearing, in blue and white colours: perhaps the other football team. No pictures of this one – I was too busy drinking their Koelsch.
One of the pairs of turfed ducks which stayed on West Park lake over the summer. The female was just about to dive in search of something to eat.