The marble fountain in the Italian Garden had stopped working again, and the female of the hopeless pair of Egyptian Geese took advantage of this to eat the algae.

A Great Crested Grebe checked the space between two wire baskets at the bridge to see if a perch had carelessly put its head out.

This Jay usually intercepts me near the Albert Memorial and asks for a peanut, then swoops down and take it from my fingers.

The Great Tits in the Flower Walk also expect to be fed.

The Coal Tit at the bridge collected nuts from Mark Williams's hand, coming down again and again and caching the food in cracks in bark.

A sunny spell started a Goldcrest singing.

A Robin sang at the top of its voice to be heard above the noise of a helicopter and a police siren.

Then on to Richmond Park, where a Robin sang gently to itself in the middle of a bush in the Isabella Plantation. The technical term for this is 'subsong'.

Mandarins in the pond were back in their incredible breeding plumage and displaying fit to bust.

There was a beautiful euonymus bush.

The rutting season hasn't started properly yet, but the Red Deer were making a noise like the soundtrack of Jurassic Park. A young stag stared out of the bracken.

A Fallow buck was grazing peacefully.

Tom was at Rainham Marshes, where he got a fine shot of a Kingfisher.