It was very windy. The Great Tits and Blue Tits in the leaf yard were exceptionally hungry, evidently because the wind had reduced their insect supply, and poured out in crowds to take food from my hand. They had no difficulty in flying, and executed neat crosswind landings that an airline pilot would have been proud of.
A Jay in the leaf yard clung to a tree trunk, waiting to be given a peanut.
The Coot nesting near the bridge stood grimly on its nest as it tossed around and bits blew away.
A pair of Great Crested Grebes were crazily trying to build a nest in the waves under the willow tree near the bridge.
The grebes at their nest on the island were completely sheltered and the water was flat calm.
A young Herring Gull was nonchalantly playing with a leaf as the waves bucketed it up and down on the Serpentine.
The pigeon-killing Lesser Black-Backed Gull landed in his usual place with a fresh caught perch in his bill. He must have caught it by diving for it. He didn't offer to share it with his mate.
Shortly afterwards he could be seen flying around looking down, like a gigantic tern.
There were lots of Redwings on the Parade Ground.
Two pairs of Dunnocks were flitting around inside the big hornbeam hedge that encloses the twisty path at Kensington Palace. One of them came out on the grass.
The Egyptian gosling at the Henry Moore sculpture incautiously wandered out through the railings as people walked by on the path.
The Mute Swans' nest in the reed bed by the Diana fountain is an on-off affair, but today both swans were on it, stamping down and tearing up reeds.
A pair of Gadwalls were cruising around among the windblown leaves in one of the Italian Garden ponds.