The Great Crested Grebes on the Long Water whom I photographed dancing on 10 November have now started building a nest in the fallen branch of the poplar tree next to Peter Pan. I hope they are only playing. They don't have to look after their young any more, and have plenty of time to spare.
One of their grown-up chicks was fishing in the wire baskets near the bridge. It caught a fish but ate it under water, as there were Black-Headed Gulls on the surface waiting to snatch it.
I was wrong to say that this place is fished out. In the baskets on the other side of the bridge a Cormorant was fairly hoovering up small fish, mostly perch but I think this one is a roach.
The rowan trees on Buck Hill are still full of Mistle Thrushes eating the berries.
A sunny interval lit up a Great Tit in the leaf yard.
There was a violent squall with hail around 1 pm. Here are some Canada Geese enduring it, with a few Herring Gulls which seem to be able to fly when being pelted with hailstones.
A young Herring Gull was playing with a plane seed, an excellent toy which rolls when dropped and has a little stem so you can pick it up and wave it about.
The Black Swan and his girlfriend came into one end of the space behind the floating reed rafts at the east end of the Serpentine. The Mute Swans that were there promptly left through the gap at the other end.
It's possible that this ill-assorted pair will try to drive away all the other swans and claim the Serpentine for themselves. This has been done before by a pair of Mute Swans -- in fact it has been done twice, and they took the Long Water as well, driving all the other swans on to the Round Pond.
The female Teal is back in the same place under the parapet of the Italian Garden. I was told about this when the light was fading, and hurried round to get a picture before it got completely dark.
The wind was too strong for the Little Owl to come out on his branch.