The male Little Owl in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture was out enjoying the sunshine.
So was the female Little Owl in the oak tree near the Albert Memorial.
A Redwing in one of the rowan trees on Buck Hill had discovered a single bunch of withered fruit overlooked by earlier visitors.
The usual female Chaffinch was in the same tree.
A Nuthatch in the leaf yard was probing the bark of a branch for insects.
A Coal Tit was more interested in being given a nut.
So was a Jay.
Charlie the Carrion Crow was having a bath in the Serpentine.
Some Feral Pigeons were also bathing, on one of the stone blocks that has fallen off the edge at Peter Pan.
There is no point in repairing the paving here, as the big Lombardy poplar at one end is leaning more and more perilously over the lake, and when it falls in its roots will rip up a considerable amount of ground.
A Great Crested Grebe was fishing under the willow next to the bridge, which has already collapsed into the water but manages to remain alive.
The young Grey Heron at the Lido restaurant was staring down from a reed raft, waiting for a fish to emerge from under the edge.
There was a patch of early snowdrops in the North Flower Walk.
And a cherry tree had completely lost the plot and was blossoming.