A Coal Tit in the leaf yard has been coming closer and closer while the other birds are being fed. At the moment it doesn't quite dare to come forward, even to take seeds off the railings. But a combination of bribery and patience, and the hunger that comes with the chill of approaching winter, should win it over in time.

The Nuthatches have long ago overcome their timidity and are whizzing down to the railings. There were four of them around the leaf yard today.

There are a lot of Cormorants on the Long Water, perched on the posts near Peter Pan and on various fallen trees. Several more had come under the bridge and were fishing in the wire baskets.

At this rate they will soon have eaten most of the suitable-sized fish in the lake, and will return to the Thames which is their home base.

A Grey Heron was sunbathing on a post at the east end of the Serpentine with its wings in that curious inside-out position that only Herons can manage.

The Common Gull resting on one of the buoys around the Lido was slightly too heavy to stand securely. Every time there was a gust of wind the buoy started to tip over, and the gull had to flap to regain its balance.

A Lesser Black-Backed Gull was calling loudly, its voice easily distinguishable from that of a Herring Gull by its lower pitch.

The male Little Owl was on his favourite branch in exactly the same place as his mate had been yesterday. If you compare the two pictures you can see how much more white he has on his face.