... where the fishing was better.
One of the young grebes from the island, also fishing, looked at them. Perhaps it was remembering the time when its parents used to bring it fish.
The Black Swan made a beeline for me, knowing I was going to feed him.
The Greylag Goose with a white forehead and blue eyes stood at the edge of the Serpentine.
One of the black and white Mallards is almost back in his sober breeding plumage, but still with a trace of brown feathers below his white bib.
Near the leaf yard, a Magpie arrived in a group carrying a stick. It seemed to be just a toy, not a bit of out-of-season nesting behaviour. Of course one of the others tried to take it.
The Robin in the Rose Garden who owns the tree with the feeder on it also claims the bush next to it.
There was a Wren in one of the herbaceous borders.
Several Blackbirds were eating rowan berries on Buck Hill.
One of the pair of Coal Tits near the bridge waited impatiently to be fed.
A Pied Wagtail searched for insects in the planking of the boat hire platform.
On the other side of the lake, a Carrion Crow was enjoying some Japanese noodle soup ...
... and a young Lesser Black-Backed Gull was eating what I think were soya beans.
The Army has found a way to make a run in the park horrible.
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