The Black Swan was looking rather mournfully at a token of true love on a chain near the bridge. His girlfriend was not with him. She was at the far end of the lake pushing her way through a crowd of other Mute Swans to get some bread.
A man eating his lunchtime sandwich on a bench had discarded the salad, and the speckled hybrid goose was gladly picking it up.
The Teal had been on a little expedition down the Long Water, but came back to his usual place by the Italian Garden.
A Pochard drake at Peter Pan was much less showy, but still elegant with his rusty head and red eyes.
A Cormorant fishing near the bridge surfaced with a small fish and swallowed it before the attendant Black-Headed Gull could stir a wing to grab it.
Great Crested Grebes often fish under the platform of Bluebird Boats, and presumably they are successful. But you seldom see one with a fish here, which must be because they come up under the platform to eat it, avoiding the hungry gulls.
The five newly arrived grebes have still not settled down. One of them was flying up the Serpentine, reaching an altitude of about a foot before it gave up and splashed back into the water.
A Wren was looking for insects in one of the teak planters at the Lido restaurant.
We had a picture of a Pied Wagtail on the boathouse roof yesterday, but she was there again today and is worth another picture. She was investigating a clump of moss to see if there were any bugs in it.
As usual, plenty of Blackbirds were visiting the rowan trees on Buck Hill.
One of them was singing at the top of an adjacent tree, surprising on a chilly grey winter day. There was also a singing Mistle Thrush in a tree near the Queen's Temple.