The dead tree near the bridge is completely rotten and full of insects, so it's a popular hunting ground for Blue Tits and Great Tits.

There was also a Wren here.

A Robin surveyed the scene from the top of a holly tree.

A Grey Wagtail used a rail in the Italian Garden fountains as a hunting station.

There was just one Mistle Thrush in the rowan trees on Buck Hill. We're still waiting for the autumn migrants to reach central London, though there already reports of them elsewhere.

A Starling at the Lido restaurant made off with a chip, one of their favourite foods.

The Common Gull at Peter Pan has some companions at last.

There was another on the Serpentine eating a bit of bread.

A young Herring Gull had got the last bits of clotted cream out of a plastic tub, and it became a toy. But the gull lost interest and left it for a Carrion Crow to explore.

Another played with a seed.

A Coot cruised up a row of Black-Headed Gulls like a general inspecting his troops.

The Great Crested Grebe chicks on the Long Water were relentlessly pestering their parents.

A Cormorant looked up to the parapet of the Italian Garden with its shining green eyes.

A Tufted drake looked very smart at Peter Pan.

The blond male Egyptian Goose on the Serpentine was alone again. Two other Egyptians on the edge of the lake were nattering to each other, and I think his unfaithful mate has gone off with her fancy gander again.

A Buff-Tailed Bumblebee browsed on a clump of Baby Sage in the Rose Garden. You can see how the little flowers sag when the big bee lands on them.