The Little Owls in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture have recaptured their hole from the invading Rose-Ringed Parakeet. The female was perched in front of it, but she is a nervous bird and when she saw me she flew into the next tree.
The female Little Owl near the Albert Memorial was basking in the sunlight. It was a cold morning and she was fluffed up to the maximum.
The sunshine started a Goldcrest singing in a tree at the southwest corner of the bridge, and one of the pair appeared for a moment.
There is also a pair of Coal Tits in this shrubbery ...
... and a Robin.
The holiday had brought people to the leaf yard to feed the parakeets. A pair were sharing an apple.
Feral Pigeons were bathing on their favourite duckboard in the Italian Garden ...
... watched by a pair of Gadwalls.
A Moorhen was climbing carefully down the vertical surface of a clump of dead willowherb on one of the reed rafts. It would have been easier to fly down, but Moorhens enjoy a climbing challenge.
One of the Grey Herons at the island flew up to the nest in the birch tree.
A Great Crested Grebe charged down the lake and just about got airborne before giving up the struggle.
This young Herring Gull and Lesser Black-Backed Gull have just reached the age, about 18 months, when adult feathers are coming out on their backs, so that it's possible to confidently tell which is which.