After another frosty night the Long Water was partly frozen.
The Jackdaws at the leaf yard, unable to dig worms from the icy ground, trotted up to be given peanuts.
Some Rose-Ringed Parakeets were trying to drink from a frozen puddle. They are not at all suited to these conditions.
The Grey Herons on the island have started gathering twigs to rebuild last year's nests. But there will be months of preliminary activity before they think of nesting.
Otherwise life went on as normal. Some Coots near the island were having a fight.
A Great Crested Grebe stretched a leg and a wing.
A male Tufted Duck turned upside down to preen his shining white underside.
A pair of Gadwalls were dabbling on the edge of the lake near the Lido.
A flock of Long-Tailed Tits passed through the trees overhead.
There was another flock on the other side of the lake. It's impossible to say how many of these swift tiny birds there are in the park.
One of the Nuthatches in the leaf yard appeared in a yew tree.
Both the Little Owls in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture were indistinctly visible. In this place, a short distance along the branch from their nest hole, they can only be seen with the sun directly behind them. But if they stay here, as the days lengthen it will be possible to get better pictures of them in the late afternoon.
There was no such problem with the male Little Owl in the oak tree near the Albert Memorial, whose hole faces into the morning sunlight.