There were Redwings at the bottom of the Parade Ground, though they stayed too far away for a good picture.
There were also the usual Pied Wagtails.
Redwings in the top of one of the plane trees around the bandstand panicked and fled as soon as I raised the camera. But there were other birds in the trees between the bandstand and the Rose Garden, including Mistle Thrushes ...
... and Goldfinches, one of which was singing.
In the Rose Garden, the bush with the feeder was visited by the usual pair of Coal Tits ...
... and the Dunnock on the ground underneath, dodging between the pigeons to pick up spilt food.
It also picked up a tiny creature which I couldn't identify.
Readers of the London Bird Club Wiki will know that some Waxwings were seen at Marble Arch yesterday morning, in the tall trees at the far northeast corner of the park. I spent two hours looking for them, also going around Hyde Park Square, Oxford Square and Connaught Square (where I once got stopped and searched by the police for making an apotropaic gesture to ward off the evil eye when walking past Tony Blair's house). There was no sign of them. Also, these squares and the streets around them have no trees with berries that might attract Waxwings. The only berries are on a cotoneaster bush at the west end of the Marble Arch traffic island, near the site of the Tyburn Tree where so many people were hanged, and on a couple of small rowan trees several hundred yards to the west next to Albion Gate.
Anyway, there were other birds to see, including the Kingfisher on a bush on the west side of the Long Water near the Italian Garden, though he wouldn't come out from behind some twigs.
Also on the Long Water, a Cormorant somehow managed to perch on a very thin and wobbly branch, and flapped to keep its balance.
A pair of Feral Pigeons on the willow tree next to the bridge were clearly in love.
A Grey Heron was gathering twigs to build up one of the nests on the island.
The female Little Owl in the oak tree near the Albert Memorial was out enjoying the sunshine on a mild day.
But the one in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture was on the shaded side of the branch and had retreated halfway into her hole, where she could only be seen from a considerable distance.