Jays are coming out to be fed again after their autumn task of burying acorns and nuts for the winter. This one was near the Albert Memorial.

The admirable woman who supplies and fills the feeder in the Rose Garden (I don't know her name) has replaced it yet again after it was stolen, and birds are coming back to the bush where it hangs. This is one of the pair of Coal Tits who nest in a nearby copper beech.

A Robin waited for its turn.

This is one of another pair of Coal Tits at the bridge, who will come to take food from the hand of people that have learnt to trust.

The Goldcrests were bouncing around in the yew tree in the Dell. They are not at all shy, but still hard to photograph because they tend to stay in the shade and move quickly.

A Rose-Ringed Parakeet was in the same tree eating berries.

A Blackbird visited one of the rowan trees on Buck Hill.

There are three rowans here, plus a very small one which grew back after the original tree died and was cut down. It looks healthy enough but the old roots are heavily infested with Honey Fungus, and probably it won't survive. Let's hope this doesn't spread to the other trees or to the rowan saplings recently planted on the other side of the path.

The Little Owl at the leaf yard was in her usual place.

Blondie and her mate on the edge of the Serpentine were having a preen and going through the ritual of agreeing to take off together.

A Grey Heron and a Cormorant looked uneasy together on the posts near the bridge.

A Cormorant enjoyed a tumultuous wash and a good flap on the Long Water.

A Moorhen prospecting for small invertebrates on one of the Italian Garden fountains didn't seem to mind that it was getting drenched.

A Shoveller found that the edible creatures in the water were a bit below the surface, and had to adapt his technique for scooping them up.