A very wet day, but business goes on as usual for the Cormorants at the bridge.
The Long-Tailed Tits are completely undeterred by rain in their endless quest for bugs.
I don't know what they are finding in their wanderings through the trees and bushes, while so many other insect-eating birds have flown south: maybe overwintering larvae. With their little beaks they can't probe deeply into cracks like Treecreepers and Nuthatches. But they are surviving, and of course carrying other tits and Goldcrests along in their foraging flocks.
The male Tawny Owl was out on his balcony, with raindrops dotting his feathers but not sinking in. He could go indoors, but maybe it is a bit noisy if the owlets are hatching.
This Lesser Black-Backed Gull on the edge of the Serpentine is already in breeding plumage ready for the spring. It has dropped the grey feathers that streaked its head in winter, and is now pure white and looking very elegant with matching yellow accessories.
The two Mute Swans on the Long Water were going around without last year's offspring. The pampered young bird is now with the other swans, having to fight its way up the dominance ladder. It father taught it to behave like a complete thug, but will this work now that it is out in the world on its own?
These Great Crested Grebes at the Serpentine island thought they had a moment to themselves, and then a great Coot started breathing down their necks.