While we were feeding the Great Tits ...

... and a Robin on the corner of the leaf yard ...

... three Goldcrests appeared in the yew tree.

A Jackdaw perched on the railings waiting for a peanut.

One of the Wrens near the bridge came out on a branch with a fittingly tiny bracket fungus.

A Starling shone in the low autumn sunlight as it chattered in a tree beside the Serpentine.

The odd trio of a Red-Crested Pochard drake, his Mallard mate, and a Mallard drake hanger-on cruised around with a pair of Gadwalls in one of the fountains in the Italian Garden.

The Red-Crested Pochard is a spectacular creature. His lofty forehead suggests a great brain, but in fact it's all fluff.

The female Mallard enjoyed a flap.

So did an Egyptian Goose on the Serpentine. They have enormous wings for their body size.

More Egyptians flew in from the Parade Ground, where the dismal Winter Wasteland is being erected.

A Tufted drake turned upside down to preen his belly.

Common Gulls are trickling in gradually, and there are now half a dozen on the Round Pond. They refused to allow a group shot, and this is the best I could manage.

Autumn colours are developing in the avenue leading from Kensington Road to the Palace. The south front, by Nicholas Hawksmoor, is the grandest part of a hodgepodge of a 17th century building vaguely extended in various directions.

Someone had arranged some red maple leaves on a tree stump nearby, so I took advantage of this artistic endeavour.

The sweetgum tree at the Diana fountain is at its showy best.