The day started out dark and drizzly and went downhill from there. But life must go on, and a flock of Long-Tailed Tits flew along the edge of the Long Water.

A Great Spotted Woodpecker has been calling from the same tree on Buck Hill for two days.

A Magpie perched on an umbrella at the Dell restaurant, but there were no diners on the rain-soaked terrace to provide it with scraps. I gave it a peanut to make amends.

A pair of Black-Headed Gulls stepped out together, wings akimbo.

There was a gull with an injured leg, and its ring number began EZ733... so I feared it was our old friend EZ73323, whose favourite post was a few yards away. But no, this one was on the post as usual ...

.., and the first gull turned out to be EZ73319. It must have been ringed by Bill Haines in the same place on the same day.

The gull was able to put weight on its foot and walk with a limp, so nothing was broken and it should recover. Gulls' weak little legs are at constant risk from injury.

The electric pump which powers the waterfall in the Dell was broken again, and the water level had dropped in the pool at the top. The local Grey Heron thought this was a good opportunity to catch the fish in the depleted pool, and it was right.

A Great Crested Grebe fishing at the bridge was pursued by a Black-Headed Gull hoping to grab anything it caught.

Wet as it was, the young female Mute Swan in the Italian Garden pools thought she might as well get wetter, and sat directly under the fountain. Her mate stood defensively in his favourite place on the edge.

A Cormorant flapped on the edge of the same pool. You can't say that it was drying its wings, but they do this anyway even in the rain.

Another perched on a tree at the island. I still haven't managed to see one landing on a thin branch, which must be quite a spectacle considering its clumsy landing technique and none too grippy webbed feet.

There was just one Pochard on the Serpentine.

The familiar Wigeon was in her usual place at the east end of the lake. She is now coming over to get peanuts.

Although its seems that migrant thrushes are all over London now, I still haven't seen any in this park. I went up Buck Hill to check on the rowan trees, but all I saw was a huge patch of Honey Fungus. This has already killed two of the rowans and a third is beginning to decay. Nothing can be done about it.