Just after a violent hailstorm with thunder in the morning, one of the Little Owls in the oak tree looked out for a moment, didn't like what it saw, and went back inside.
The small birds in the leaf yard didn't seem worried. A Robin clung to an iron spike on the railings with its frail spindly feet.
A Nuthatch walked confidently down a branch.
The weather had kept Easter visitors out of the park, and Pied Wagtails were running around the edge of the lake undisturbed.
Mute Swans are very fond of young willow leaves. The trees around the Long Water get cropped up to the highest level a swan can reach.
A pair of Mallards had managed to land quite high up inside the willow tree near the bridge. This picture was taken looking down from the parapet.
There was also a pair of Moorhens in the tree, but they can climb well. Every year they nest in a hole in the tree, but I have never been able to see where this is.
There were two pairs of Mandarins at Peter Pan.
The sun came out and lit up a Great Crested Grebe resting peacefully on the nest at the east end of the island.
Several Red-Crested Pochards were cruising around nearby.
The Black Swan and girlfriend number one were by themselves, preening near the Lido.