A Dunnock in the red-stemmed dogwood bushes at the Lido found a small larva.

A Grey Wagtail ran along the edge of the lake.

A Wren fluffed itself up against the cold.

Long-Tailed Tits hunted in the top of a hawthorn tree.

A Green Woodpecker called on Buck Hill ...

... where there were three Jays flying down to snatch peanuts from my hand. Almost all the Jays in the park are doing this now.

As soon as the smallest green shoots appear, a Wood Pigeon will turn up to eat them.

At the Dell restaurant, throwing food in the air drew a screaming crowd of Black-Headed Gulls.

On the ground below the pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull was plotting his next move.

The three Grey Heron nests on the island are still steadily occupied. One bird has been seen sitting down, but probably it only wanted a rest.

One of the herons flew down for a drink.

Two of their mates, freed from nest duty, stood on the roof of one of the small boathouses.

A young Cormorant took a break from fishing on the little island in the Long Water.

Four kinds of duck, four ways of feeding: Shovellers revolve filtering tiny creatures from the water, Gadwalls browse on algae, Tufted Ducks dive, Mallards crop leaves from the planters in the Italian Garden.

The old half-blind rabbit browsed under the Henry Moore sculpture.

A single Goldfinch twittered in a treetop beside the Long Water. It's puzzling that there are so few Goldfinches in the park when they are a common sight in the surrounding streets. There are plenty of trees with edible seeds, such as alders, as well as teasels and other source of suitable food.

But there is no shortage of Long-Tailed Tits, which feed mainly on insects. One flock was going round the Long Water ...

... and another round the Serpentine.

The confident female Coal Tit in the Flower Walk followed me along the path, coming down to take one pine nut after another. Her mate watched from the bushes. I think it won't be long before he decides it's safe to take food from people's hands.

A Robin is also on the brink of coming over.

There are several colonies of Wrens around the lake. Recent mild winters have allowed the smallest birds to survive, and numbers of Wrens and Goldcrests are increasing noticeably.

The female Peregrine was on the barracks.

The Green Woodpecker on Buck Hill was calling and could be seen in a lime tree.

A pair of Black-Headed Gulls called and displayed to each other on the edge of the Serpentine.

Only two Cormorants remained on the Long Water. This one at Peter Pan stared at the camera ...

... and gave an enormous yawn. You often see birds yawning, but whether it's because they are bored or sleepy I don't know.

An unusually dark Great Crested Grebe was fishing at the Lido. I think they may get darker as they get older.

These are the two rabbits at the Henry Moore sculpture. The younger one, shown first, has a torn right ear. The older one has a cataract in its left eye.

To brighten up a dim day, a fine picture by Mark Williams of a pair of Mute Swans courting on the Serpentine.

After a cold night the Long Water was partly frozen. Black-Headed Gulls gathered on the ice.

Some of them played with bits of twig.

A flock of Long-Tailed Tits passed on their endless hunt for insects.

Redwings hunted under a tree on the south side of the Serpentine. They're waiting to go on to the ruined grass where the Winter Wasteland has been, but the site is still not clear.

One of them found a worm and strained to pull it up.

Both Peregrines were on the barracks tower.

A few moments of weak sunlight caused one of them to fly up to the top to make the most of it.

All three Grey Heron nests are still permanently occupied.

A Magpie turned over fallen leaves.

There was a Carrion Crow with a ring at the Dell restaurant. It was expecting to be fed and came right up, though it should have learnt that if you get too close to humans you might end up wearing an ankle tag for the rest of your life.

A Grey Wagtail hunted along the edge of the terrace.

A Shoveller drake preened. His mate gave him an irritable peck and went off for a wash.

This video was shot right after the one of the Grey Wagtail, and you can hear it call as it flies away.

The Mute Swans in the Italian Garden strutted around as if they owned the place -- which in swan terms they do.

One of the teenage Great Crested Grebes preened at the outflow of the Serpentine.

The number of Cormorants is falling as they have eaten most of the fish, but there were still three on the raft on the Long Water.

At the Henry Moore sculpture, a browsing rabbit noticed something and stood up to watch it, but realised it wasn't a threat and went back to feeding.

As darkness fell, Starlings came together to roost in a tree.

There is a pair of Coal Tits in the Flower Walk. The female will come to your hand to be fed.

The male is still quite shy. He was singing as he flitted about in a tree.

A Long-Tailed Tit looked down from a tree beside the Long Water.

The Dunnock at the Lido restaurant stared at the camera. It runs around under the tables and is quite used to people.

Starlings bathed in the Serpentine.

A Great Spotted Woodpecker called from a treetop in the leaf yard.

A Magpie preened in a tree beside the Long Water.

There was a Peregrine on the barracks tower. I missed a more interesting picture of her on the very top of the tower enjoying the sunshine because she flew off before I could get close enough.

A Lesser Black-Backed Gull, a Common Gull and some Black-Headed Gulls perched together on the plastic buoys at the Lido.

A Moorhen ran along a chain by the bridge ...

... while a Great Crested Grebe mooched about in the water below.

A Mute Swan preened at the Lido. The gentle winter sunlight makes it much easier to take pictures of these brilliant white birds.

Two Gadwall drakes peacefully shared a patch of algae in the Italian Garden. You wouldn't see aggressive Mallard drakes doing this.

A Pochard browsed at the Vista.

A fox came out of the shrubbery near the Italian Garden ...

... and the younger of the two rabbits fed under the hedge by the Henry Moore sculpture.

The setting sun lit up the gold leaf on the Albert Memorial.