There was a welcome reappearance by a Little Grebe ...

... under the willow near the Italian Garden where the Kingfisher was perched.

The white-faed Blackbird was on her usual branch in the next tree, which I now know is a Winged Elm, Ulmus alata -- but it's as dead as the willow.

(Why is it Ulmus but alata? Most Latin tree names end in -us but are feminine. I can only think of one tree of a different gender Acer, maple, which is neuter.)

There was a brief view of a Nuthatch.

The Dunnock was poking about in its usual flower bed in the Rose Garden.

Several Redwings could be seen on the Parade Ground.

But there were no other thrushes here, and just one Pied Wagtail. Conditions were not ideal, as there was a tractor just up the hill. More birds will come back at a quieter time.

Other Pied Wagtails were hunting along the edge of the Serpentine.

A Robin was foraging in the darkness under the bridge, and refused to be disturbed even when runners thundered by.

A Jackdaw perched on a branch with a hopeful look in its beautiful silvery eye, and was rewarded with a peanut.

The familiar young Heron at the Dell restaurant was also looking hopeful, but on a nasty dark drizzly day there were few people feeding the ducks.

The undersized Egyptian Goose was also hoping for food, in its usual spot below the Triangle car park.

There are very few Shovellers on the lake. I saw three on the Long Water, and this solitary female on the Serpentine near the Lido.

The female Little Owl near the Albert Memorial was hard to see in the dim light.