A small flock of Redwings hunted worms in the mud on the Parade Ground.

They were finding a lot.

A Great Tit happily ignored gravity and walked down a tree trunk head first. Like Nuthatches and Treecreepers, they look for insects in cracks in the bark.

A Long-Tailed Tit was also looking for insects in a tree on Buck Hill.

And there are insects to be had even in midwinter. I was taking a routine picture of a rabbit and found I had accidentally captured a swarm of midges.

Beside the leaf yard something edible was getting the close attention of a group of Carrion Crows and a squirrel. They were too busy to fight. Maybe there was an ants' nest, but do squirrels eat ants?

The Little Owl was back in the old squirrel drey at the top of Buck Hill. Again, she was almost hidden, but it was good to know that she was there.

It looks as if there is a sitting Grey Heron in one of the nests on the island. A couple of weeks ago Paul saw a heron settling down in this nest, and today you could just see the top of a head above the twigs.

Black-Headed Gulls and a Common Gull squabbled over a morsel of food.

The aggressive Black-Headed Gull on the landing stage was annoyed to find Canada Geese on his territory, but they were too big to chase off.

A Cormorant stood on the platform at Bluebird Boats. It fishes under the edge of the platform where fish lurk in the shadows.

The Mute Swans in the Italian Garden used the spray from the fountain to wet their feathers and make them easy to preen.

Often the Pochards on the Long Water are impossible to see, but today they had come out in the open.

A group bustled around a Black-Headed Gull.

The late afternoon sun lit up the gilding on the Albert Memorial. I am very fond of this absurd structure. A friend is writing a book about it which promises to be the definitive work on the subject.