The shrubbery on the west side of the Long Water next to the bridge is now a better place to feed the small birds than the leaf yard, which has been much affected by the indiscriminate feeding of parakeets.

There are plenty of Great Tits ...

... and Blue Tits ...

... a pair of Coal Tits of which only the female will come to the hand of people she trusts ...

... and a Robin, again one of a pair which have now split up for the winter and are singing against each other.

On the ground below, here is the mate of the female Chaffinch I videoed yesterday. He's in the subdued colours of his winter plumage, but still quite bright.

Here she is for comparison.

On the other side of the lake a Goldcrest could be seen in a yew tree just north of the Henry Moore sculpture.

Jackdaws, which returned to Kensington Gardens only about five years ago, have been slowly expanding their territory and can now be found all along the south shore of the Serpentine.

It's curious that pairs of Feral Pigeons tend to resemble each other in colour and markings. They seem to consciously choose mates that look like themselves.

The oldest two of this year's Great Crested Grebes are now independent. They will have traces of their juvenile stripes till next year.

The small chick from the west end of the island was in the middle of the lake by itself.

That would be extremely dangerous for a duckling, but even the youngest grebes can dive in a flash if a gull comes overhead.

Coots on the Long Water passed the time by having a fight.

A female Buff-Tailed Bumblebee worked her way over a patch of salvia till her pollen bags were full almost to bursting.