More from the Song Thrush

A better view of the Song Thrush singing beside the leaf yard, encouraged by a mild day with hazy sunlight. It doesn't take much to set a Song Thrush going in winter.

There is now a fair-sized flock of Jackdaws beside the Round Pond, mostly near the bandstand.

A Pied Wagtail ran along the gravel strip in the pond, hunting insects in the bird droppings.

As the afternoon light faded a band of Common Gulls mobbed a young Herring Gull. When you see a tight flurry of circling gulls, it's usually been started by Common Gulls, which enjoy high-speed manoeuvres.

The Czech Black-Headed Gull had knocked its rival EZ73323 off the No Swimming sign again.

Not content with this, it buzzed a Carrion Crow minding its own business on the edge of the lake. It did this several times but I only filmed it once, so this is a very short video. There was no reason for the attack. Gulls just wanna have fun.

A Wood Pigeon ate the fruit of a cabbage palm Cordyline australis beside the Dell waterfall. This is a remarkably tough and frost resistant plant. Its little fruits are much liked by birds, which spread the seeds in their droppings. It therefore crops up in the most unexpected places, though this is one of a group planted deliberately as ornaments.

Both Peregrines were on the barracks, unsociably separated by the concrete partition.

A pleasing picture by Mark Williams, taken in St James's Park. Two Blue Tits were examining the selection of food on offer before deciding what to take. (This doesn't happen to me, as the only thing on the menu is pine nuts, which fortunately they love.)

When birds see you carrying a bag of any kind they tend to think you're going to feed them. On the edge of the Serpentine by the Triangle car park, a young Grey Heron flew in and landed a few feet in front of me. But I don't carry anything a heron would want.

I was feeding a peanut to a Magpie at the time. The heron grabbed it, discovered it couldn't eat it, indignantly threw it away, and flew off.

No activity was visible in the herons' nest on the island. As usual, the mate of the sitting bird was waiting patiently in the next tree. It was having a doze.

The same Moorhen was in the same place in the planter in the Italian Garden for the third day. It really seems to be comfortable here.

There are still lots of Pochards on the Long Water ...

... but all the Shovellers have gone as far as I can see. A drake lingered on the Round Pond.

A fox in the Dell came down to the edge of the stream to drink. Malachi the gardener tells me that there are two here regularly, the other one a cub. So much for the park management's futile attempt to get rid of them.

There are definitely no rabbits left in their old place by the Henry Moore sculpture, and foxes must be largely responsible for that though there was also an outbreak of myxomatosis. However, I saw this hole on the other side of the Long Water a few feet from the turnstile at Temple Gate, and it looks very like a rabbit hole. This is something to keep an eye out for.