Rain and sun

The male Little Owl at the Round Pond stood on the edge of the hole.

This is where the female is often seen, a sign that the pair have come together to sit out the winter in the hollow dead tree.

A Robin sang as the wind ruffled the shrubbery in the Rose Garden.

A Blackbird in an arbutus in the Dell searched for the last of the fruit, almost all of which had been eaten.

One of the many Wrens around the Long Water hopped along a log.

A Blue Tit waited in the corkscrew hazel in the Flower Walk.

Farther along the path the familiar male Chaffinch looked out from the leaves of a camellia bush.

They got their pine nuts, but I had run out of peanuts and a Jay regarded me reproachfully.

A Great Tit posed in a holly tree by the bridge ...

... and a Wood Pigeon took a moment off scoffing the fruit.

A fine double rainbow appeared as a heavy shower swept over the far side of the Serpentine.

The rain kept people off the Lido restaurant terrace, so the young Grey Heron who hangs around hoping for titbits had to fish like an honest bird.

As the sky cleared the sunlight lit up the spectacular sweetgum tree at the landing stage. The Black-Headed Gull who owns the platform swept across.

A young Herring Gull played with a very small stick.

The old heron at the Henry Moore sculpture, who used to sit down as if his arthritic joints were hurting, is now always seen standing up. Maybe he's feeling better, or maybe the ground is uncomfortably cold and wet.

A young Great Crested Grebe from the nest at the bridge was preening by Peter Pan.

A late Honeybee gathered pollen from the fatsia bush near the bridge.