On a cold day of steady rain it was a pleasant surprise to see the male Little Owl out on his favourite branch.
His feathers seem quite waterproof, unlike those of the surrounding Feral Pigeons and Ring-Necked Parakeets which were sadly bedraggled.
The Black Swan and his girlfriend were roaming the whole length of the Serpentine, and I really think he wants to take over the whole lake. They didn't need to threaten this adult Mute Swan, which prudently got out of their way.
A Cormorant was carrying a dead leaf across the lake, for no obvious reason. When it accidentally dropped the leaf, it went back and picked it up again.
You don't really think of Cormorants as playful, just determinedly ravenous. But play is characteristic of predators, whose large and nutritious meals give them energy and time to spare.
A few people had turned out to feed the waterfowl at the Lido restaurant. A Greylag Goose was shaking the last crumbs out of a bread bag.
Most of the Egyptian Geese had moved downhill from the Round Pond. Some of them were scrabbling in the dead leaves under the trees. Theoretically they are vegetarians, but the urban population may be becoming omnivorous and appreciate a tasty bug or worm.
A Pied Wagtail was also looking for bugs, running up and down the shore of the Serpentine.
A rain-spattered Shoveller at the Vista was sticking to his usual diet of tiny creatures filtered out of the water.
The rowan trees on Buck Hill had nothing in them but a Magpie. A pair are permanent residents in these trees.
The berries of the yew tree between Peter Pan and the Italian Gardens are running out, and the last ones were being enthusiastically gathered by squirrels. But there are plenty of fallen ones under the tree, and a Blackbird was picking them up.