On a dull day of intermittent drizzle not much was happening. The male Little Owl near the leaf yard was sitting stoically on his usual branch, getting wet and bedraggled.
One of the Little owlets near the Albert Memorial could just be seen deep inside an oak tree which provided some shelter.
The Mistle Thrushes were out on Buck Hill.
But there was nothing in the rowan trees at the top of the hill except a young Robin.
A Rose-Ringed Parakeet was ripping up a beech tree, and there were bits of torn leaf all over the ground. I think these fresh shoots enclose the developing nuts.
Another parakeet was doing the same in an oak tree. Possibly they find young acorns edible before they harden.
The young Lesser Black-Backed Gull was still begging from its pigeon-hunting parent, and still being met with stony indifference.
The Black Swan was looking on solicitously while the adopted cygnet chewed algae off the wire cages near the bridge.
A Mute Swan was also scraping algae off a buoy. It's remarkable how these big birds manage to thrive on such unpromising-looking stuff.
There was no sign of the Tufted duckling or its mother, but they aren't always in sight. Virginia took this picture yesterday evening of them taking refuge on the island.
The Great Crested Grebes from the Long Water had come on to the Serpentine as far the Lido. This territory belongs to the family from the island, but so far they hadn't been challenged.
A wet day gives birds a chance to enjoy the Diana fountain. Some young Egyptian Geese were playing in the rapids.
And a Lesser Black-Backed Gull found one of the splashy sections a good place to drink.