Jays can remember the position of thousands of caches of nuts.
A Carrion Crow had made no such preparations, and was looking for worms in a flower bed in the Rose Garden.
The Blackbirds in the rowan trees on Buck Hill were gathering fruit. Supplies are beginning to run low.
There are reports of flocks of Waxwings arriving on the east coast, but by the time they reach London these berries will be gone.
This Black-Headed Gull had won a piece of cake, and sped away to devour it.
If a gull is lucky enough to get a bit of food, there is usually a wild flurry of other gulls trying to get it. The young Herring Gull at the top of the picture managed to hang on to its bit of Arab flatbread.
Another was diving energetically into the Serpentine.
It came up with a stone to play with.
Others had more unusual toys -- a strangely shaped bit of red plastic ...
... and an equally mysterious green bit.
These two Herring Gulls had picked up leaves, but not as toys. They were a pair waving them at each other in a bonding ritual. Every so often they would put down the leaves and call to each other.
The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull has a slight injury to his face. Evidently his lunch fought back.
There were a good number of Shovellers at the Vista, but not quite the magic number to start them forming one of their grand circles, which is about fifty.
So they had to revolve on their own. How do they avoid getting dizzy?
This is just an ordinary Moorhen on a rock in the Dell, but the light was pretty.