The Kingfisher perched in the middle of the dead willow tree next to the Italian Garden. It was a bit hard to find an unobstructed view through the branches, but that also meant that the bird felt protected and could be photographed without hiding behind the balustrade.
When I passed the tree a second time, it was still there.
The newly found Little Owl was also in a calm mood, and stayed in the oak tree near the Italian Garden for several hours. He allowed me to walk right round his tree to find a good angle for a picture.
The female owl in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture was also visible.
And so was the one in the oak near the Albert Memorial.
One of the local Peregrines was in the usual place on the Metropole Hilton Hotel tower.
It's 300 ft high, so you'd need a lens the size of a town drain to get a good picture.
The bird feeder in the Rose Garden had been taken over by Rose-Ringed Parakeets. A Coal Tit waited for them to go away.
But a bold Blue Tit came down and fed, ignoring the big green bird on the other side.
A flock of Long-Tailed Tits worked their way through the bushes beside the Henry Moore.
At the Lido restaurant, a Coot examined a crisp packet, as much interested in its shiny silver inside as by the prospect of some crisp crumbs remaining in it.
A Magpie was doing the same on Buck Hill.
The number of Cormorants on the lake is down to five. Two of them were perched on one of the reed rafts at the east end of the Serpentine, the one where the nesting Mute Swans broke down the fence.
Two swans flew from one end of the lake to the other, apparently in high spirits rather than because one was being aggressive.
The undersized Egyptian Goose was washing in its usual place near the Triangle car park. I've included a Coot in the picture to show how small it is. The poor little bird always seems to be alone, and ignored by the normal sized Egyptians.