Blackbirds in the yew

Three Blackbirds were climbing around in the yew tree at the corner of the Dell eating the fruit.

A Robin sang in the Rose Garden shrubbery.

The Robin that lives in the yew hedge in the Flower Walk came out on top and gave warning calls, first because it could see a Magpie and then because it could hear another Robin singing and was telling it not to take any liberties.

I'm constantly surprised by how the familiar male Chaffinch can spot me from a distance. I was coming through the trees on my way back home from the Round Pond and was at least 75 yards away from the Flower Walk when I saw it take up a position in the hedge to apply for a pine nut. Then it followed me to collect several.

The Little Owl at the Round Pond didn't like the chilly drizzly day and stayed in her hole.

A flock of Long-Tailed Tits flitted through the surrounding trees.

A pair of Jackdaws picked me up at the bridge and followed me along the edge of the Serpentine, politely requesting peanuts. You can't say no to one of these charming birds.

The Grey Wagtail was at the Lido examining a fallen pigeon feather.

The dominant Black-Headed Gull stood on the Big Bird statue keeping an eye on the landing stage. If any other bird had landed on it he would have been down in a flash.

Pigeon Eater was away from his station, and the odd-coloured Lesser Black-Back with pale eyes had taken his place on the roof. I haven't yet seen a confrontation between these two, but I think Pigeon Eater still has the upper hand.

The three young Grey Herons huddled in the lower nest, which is more sheltered from the wind than the one where they were brought up. They've never seen autumn before and take a poor view of it.

There was a full house of Cormorants on the posts at the island, and one had to balance on the chain and another to stand on a boat.

A pair of Great Crested Grebes rested peacefully on the Serpentine, but then they saw another grebe straying on to their patch and hurried off to expel it. The intruder left quietly without the need for a full threat display.

A Greylag Goose chewed bark off a fallen twig.

The Egyptians from the Italian Garden drank from a puddle. No birds seem to like the water in the lake and they will always choose a puddle if there is one, however muddy the water.

A Gadwall drake preened a wing. Their plain grey plumage is relieved by a touch of ginger on the wing coverts.