Today's walk round the park was a rather hurried one, because I found half a human jawbone in Kensington Gardens and had to call the police. It took some time to deal with all the paperwork and make a statement. I'm not publishing a picture of this sad relic.

It was raining most of the time. The Great Crested Grebes under the willow near the bridge are supremely indifferent to such things.

And the Mandarins at Peter Pan don't care either.

The nesting Mute Swan on the little island in the Long Water may not mind Moorhens, but she hates Coots and resents them nesting on her island.

The Grey Herons on the island are not happy about the Egyptian Geese having taken their nest.

But I don't think they can evict them. A peck from that fearsome beak would be lethal, but a heron is a very light, frail bird, typically weighing three pounds, and if it came to a struggle it would be smashed.

A Herring Gull had picked a bit of broken glass out of the Serpentine and was playing with it, clearly enjoying the tinkling sound it made.

Several small birds were waiting for me to fill the feeder in the Rose Garden. The male Chaffinch perched on the bush, looking expectant.

A Blue Tit extracted a seed from the refilled feeder, and held  it down on a twig to peck bits out of it.

One of the pair of Dunnocks hopped around underneath to pick up any spilt seeds.

A Mistle Thrush flow down to the edge of the nearby fountain ...

... and plunged into the water to bathe.

A Wren looked for bugs under a bench.

The bold Wren in the Flower Walk hopped around on the wet path at my feet.

Jackdaws only returned to the park four years ago, but they are now numerous and getting bolder. They have started hanging around the place where people feed the Rose-Ringed Parakeets, waiting to dive down and grab any food that someone drops.

The Little Owl near the Albert Memorial was preening.