A Great Crested Grebe catches a perch

It was a dismal chilly wet day, but the birds have seen worse. A Robin in the Rose Garden defied the wind and increasing rain, and sang from a bush in the Rose Garden.

Several Robins were also singing around the Long Water.

A male Chaffinch looked down from a twig near the bridge, where there is a whole family in the shrubbery.

A Great Tit came down on the red hazel bush in the Flower Walk and fidgeted impatiently while I took its picture before I fed it. 

There were lots of Redwings on the Parade Ground. Having been here for some time, they are getting used to humans and are now coming quite close.

One even seemed mildly interested in being photographed.

One of the two Grey Wagtails was hunting on the edge of the Serpentine.

The wind kept the Grey Heron chick huddled down in the nest and you couldn't see it.

On the ground below, the other parent shooed off a teenage heron which had got too close to the nest.

The teenager consoled itself by plucking a twig. It wants a nest too, but it hasn't even found a mate yet.

The Lesser Black-Backed Gull pair were on the raft again. I wonder where Lesser Black-Backs nest in central London. I think that the pigeon killer and his mate nest on the roof of the Dell restaurant, but am by no means sure of that.

You wouldn't think that a small Black-Headed Gull could patter its feet strongly enough to bring up worms. But this dance, which I think they have learnt from the much larger Herring Gulls, seems to be successful. It was also raining -- you can hear the raindrops falling on the camera -- which must have added to the effect.

A Great Crested Grebe caught a perch in the reeds below the Italian Garden.

A Moorhen ignored the rain, quite heavy by now, and poked around under the small waterfall in the Dell.

A picture from Spain to cheer up an English February day, sent in by Tinúviel. In the middle of this view of the beautiful city of Trujillo, a White Stork sits on its nest.