A Kingfisher appeared on a bush twenty yards from the Italian Garden.
It started washing itself, by plunging repeatedly into the water and flying up to the twig above to dry and preen.
Nearby, a Cormorant was having a wash in its own wild style.
A Carrion Crow exploring a bin had found a carrier bag bearing the name of a local shop. This looked hopeful, so out it came.
The bag was tipped up to extract the contents.
There was nothing but an empty sushi box and salad tub.
Oh well, better luck next time.
Someone had rather oddly given some grapes to a Canada Goose. It seemed to like them.
But an offering of raw spinach was ignored by all the birds.
Some Feral Pigeons at the Dell restaurant were very lucky indeed.
The Dunnock in the Rose Garden was waiting hopefully under the feeder for some spillage to come its way.
A Starling on the Parade Ground found an earthworm.
A Pied Wagtail was standing on a mound of earth, looking around for a good place to hunt.
A Goldcrest accompanied a flock of Long-Tailed Tits along the south shore of the Serpentine, searching for bugs in the trees.
A Little Owl was visible through the twigs in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture.
And the owl near the Albert Memorial was looking down from her hole.