A political demonstration had brought crowds trailing round the Serpentine, and the small birds had left their usual bushes near the bridge and moved to a bramble patch near the Queen's Temple, where a Great Tit came out expecting to be fed.
A Blue Tit was waiting in a nearby yew tree.
Surprisingly, there were Redwings on the Parade Ground only yards from a crowd being harangued through a loudhailer.
And a Pied Wagtail was wading imperturbably in a puddle.
A pretty background of brown hornbeam leaves gave an excuse for publishing yet another picture of a Robin.
A Carrion Crow was shining in the sunlight and looking very pleased with itself in a tree near the Dell.
Charlie and Melissa were not to be seen. Perhaps someone has spoken sharply to them about eating Egyptian babies, and they are in a huff.
But there were lots of Jays all over Kensington Gardens.
Two Coots were fighting in the middle of the Serpentine.
The sun lit the fins of a perch for the last time as it was swallowed by a Great Crested Grebe.
At Peter Pan, the Mallard with a white front was looking positively luminous.
The female Little Owl was basking in the sunshine in the lime tree near the Henry Moore sculpture.
For a change, it was the male Little Owl who was looking out of the oak tree near the Albert Memorial. How much smaller he is than his mate.
Two Treecreepers were climbing up the trunk a few feet away.