A Rose-Ringed Parakeet was pulling the bark off a twig. It didn't seem to eating it. This was just a mindless activity like a human chewing a pencil.

The rowan tree on Buck Hill with the tastiest fruit, and the most favoured by Mistle Thrushes, is getting a bit bare and the birds are having to reach for berries. There are lots of berries on the other trees.

A Great Tit in the leaf yard was getting impatient with being photographed instead of fed.

The female Little Owl was being bothered by Magpies and was deep inside the foliage when I first went by. But later they went away and she came out on an upper branch.

This is a Black-Headed Gull's threat posture, with head down but looking up, and wings slightly extended to make it look as big as possible. Sometimes this is a one-on-one display, but this gull was one of a pair who were threatening together to scare off rivals.

The staff of Bluebird Boats are cleaning their boats at the end of the season, a long task. The gulls, of course, start to foul them immediately, and the plastic owl lost its effect long ago. So the people are going round the moored boats shouting at the gulls. This is only moderately effective.

There are plenty of other places for the gulls to perch, such as the railings on the Lido jetty.

A young Herring Gull was paddling in the rapids of the Diana fountain.

A family of Mute Swans often rest and preen behind the railings around one of the small boathouses, where they are safe from dogs.

A young swan was enjoying a tremendously splashy wash.

A young Great Crested Grebe was doing a bit of flying practice. This is the moment when it got just about airborne before ploughing into the water again.

The patch of wood chips under the plane trees near the Albert Memorial is not yet up to its full autumn proliferation of fungi, but it does have a new species, the Common Puffball or, more excitingly, Devil's Snuffbox, Lycoperdon perlatum.