It was back to normal weather for the beginning of March, and the Grey Heron chicks were huddled together in the nest for warmth.

Underneath, the Great Crested Grebes' ill-fated nest has fallen to pieces yet again. The pair were consoling themselves with a little display.

Blondie the Egyptian Goose, not seen for several months, showed up on the Serpentine.

The odd couple of the Red-Crested Pochard and the Mallard poked around the edge of a reed bed on the Long Water.

A Common Pochard preened beside a Tufted Duck.

The weeping willow trees are coming into leaf. The young shoots are a favourite food of Mute Swans, which eat all the ones they can reach, producing a neat, even cropped effect.

A young Black-Headed Gull played with a twig.

The female Kestrel flew over Buck Hill. She always seems to be somewhere along the north edge of the park, but is easy to miss if perched in one of the thousands of trees.

The female Peregrine was far more noticeable in her usual place on the barracks tower.

The female Little Owl near the Henry Moore sculpture stood at the front of her hole.

A Great Spotted Woodpecker flew past and landed in the top of a tree next to the Magazine.

A Jackdaw stared expectantly.

A small flock of Redwings foraged on the Parade Ground.

A Blackbird was looking for worms in a flower bed in the Rose Garden.

One of the bold Wrens darted about on the path in the Flower Walk, taking no notice of people walking past.

The dim light caused some of the lamps to come on automatically as a squad of the Household Cavalry rode up Rotten Row.

Although powered by gas, they are switched on by photoelectric cells, a strange arrangement. (When I was little, the gas lamps in our street were lit and extinguished by a man on a bicycle with a long pole.)