Both a Coal Tit and a Nuthatch turned up when I was feeding the small birds in the leaf yard.

Neither is tame enough yet to come to the hand, though the Coal Tit is exploring the possibility, and perches out at the front of the bushes before it takes nuts put out on the railings. The Nuthatch is shyer and lurks in the shadows, making it harder to photograph.

All the gulls were enjoying the brisk wind, whirling around and chasing each other. Here a young Lesser Black-Back has come down on the water too late to snatch a piece of bread which the other one is just flying away with.

There was a mob of Cormorants near the Serpentine bridge fishing around the wire baskets. This caused difficulty for the Great Crested Grebes trying to feed their family, which they solved by diving some distance away, running in under water, catching a fish and bearing it away, still submerged, before surfacing in the shadows under the bridge.

Their speed and agility allows them to dodge the larger birds. Occasionally a Cormorant would jump as it was startled by a grebe whizzing underneath at close quarters.

As the boating season ends, the pedalos are being hauled out the lake and cleaned with high-pressure hoses. The boats waiting by the shore to be removed provide a playground for Moorhens, though I don't think they find much to eat there; they just enjoy climbing about on these interesting shiny blue surfaces.

The Tawny Owls had moved to a place where none of us could find them, although I went round all their favourite spots. One of the Little Owls appeared briefly in the morning before flying to a tree where it couldn't be seen. If you want to see either of these birds, you just have to keep visiting.