The brisk wind was whipping the branches of the rowan trees about, but a Blue Tit was hanging on with practised skill and picking bits out of a fruit.
A Mistle Thrush was having an easier time holding on to a thicker branch.
A Blackbird preferred a hawthorn at the bottom of Buck Hill.
This Long-Tailed Tit was also in a hawthorn, but looking for insects rather than fruit.
A Carrion Crow was also looking for insects in a joint in the stonework of the old Diana fountain in the Rose Garden.
Another of the olive trees near the Lido restaurant has been claimed by a Robin as its territory. They make a good base, because they are evergreen and quite dense.
The thick carpet of dead leaves blown by the wind against the north shore of the Serpentine was being carefully examined for food by the white Mallard ...
... and a young Moorhen.
A male Egyptian Goose had other things in mind and grabbed his mate by the neck, but she was not in the mood. Perhaps the Egyptians are eventually beginning to realise that raising young in midwinter is not a good idea.
The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull went on a sweep of the area around the Dell restaurant looking for any vulnerable pigeons sitting in places where they could be grabbed. He didn't see any and returned to his place on the roof.
A young Herring Gull walking along the buoys at the Lido lost its balance and fell into the lake.
A Common Gull was soaring around, just enjoying the wind.