A young Herring Gull found a fallen branch which was too large to be picked up and used as a toy, but amused itself by pecking it and pushing it about.

Another had the traditional gull toy of a rotten old conker it had fished out of the lake.

Agile Black-Headed Gulls can fly so slowly that only a light breeze is needed to allow them to hover, in this case above someone feeding them.

The female Peregrine was on the barracks tower in the morning.

A Starling looked out between the spiky seeds of the sweetgum tree near the Diana fountain.

A female Chaffinch lurked among the twigs of a bush near the bridge.

This is the Robin near the bridge that comes to my hand. It only ever takes one pine nut at a time, and flies back every time it wants another. Most Robins have worked out that it saves effort to pick up four or five at a time.

A Coal Tit perched on a twig above the feeder in the Dell.

A Long-Tailed Tit which had visited the feeder had a preen after its meal.

Someone threw some little star-shaped biscuits on the ground. They disappeared in seconds.

A Coot was making a nest under the collapsed willow tree near the bridge.

A pair of Shovellers fed under the parapet of the Italian Garden.

A Tufted drake stood as tall as he could to impress a female.

Recently I said that the Egyptian Geese seemed to be adapting to the northern seasons and no longer breeding in midwinter. Jim Roland sent me this picture, taken a few days ago in the snow, of a pair in Golders Hill Park which had done exactly that. The three goslings are the survivors of a brood of ten, and the poor little creatures didn't last long.