The little flock of Redwings near the bandstand in Hyde Park ...
was joined by a Fieldfare ...
... a Mistle Thrush ...
... and a Song Thrush.
They were hauling up worms at a tremendous rate, though I only managed to catch three of them in the act. There were also several Pied Wagtails looking for insects.
This is one of the bits of grass that hasn't been restored, and is battered and scrubby and in a natural state, full of worms and bugs.
The Black Swan's girlfriend number one has got out of the Italian Garden pond and was back on the Serpentine, perhaps looking a little ruffled after her experience.
But the Black Swan was taking no notice of her, and was with girlfriend two, paying her close attention with fond squeaks.
A Great Crested Grebe on the Serpentine was having a flap to settle his wings after a preening session.
A male Siskin was singing in a tree near Peter Pan.
The Little Owl in the oak tree near the Albert Memorial was at the entrance to his hole every time I passed.
He must be having a tough time with the Stock Doves trying to steal the hole.