A Herring Gull did the worm dance in the Diana fountain enclosure. A young one rudely knocked it out of the way and collected the worms it had brought up.

A Pied Wagtail ran along the shore at the Lido looking for insects.

A Dunnock hunted insects along the edge of the Lido restaurant terrace.

In the Flower Walk Neil was feeding an odd-looking Coal Tit with a speckled head.

A Great Tit ...

... and a Blue Tit at the bridge were also eager to be fed. It's hard to get food to this Blue Tit because it won't come to your hand and the ground is covered with Feral Pigeons.

A Long-Tailed Tit paused for a moment in the corkscrew hazel bush in the Dell.

The fountain in the Rose Garden with the statue of Diana (the goddess, not the princess) has been out of order for a long time. Today it was managing a slight trickle out of one spout, giving a Magpie the chance of a drink.

The young Grey Heron on the island is growing at an astonishing rate.

The Black Swan was following the male Mute Swan at a distance of inches. No wonder he gets annoyed and chases it away.

Finally there are some swans on the nesting island in the Long Water -- but the wrong ones. These are last year's cygnets, not the parents who are meant to be using the place.

Four swans flew down the Serpentine, climbed to a good height and set off for St James's Park.

The gang of Red-Crested Pochards also seem to have headed that way, leaving just one drake at the Vista.

This is not the one with the Mallard mate, who was in his usual place in the Italian Garden.

Most of the Shovellers have left too, but there was still a pair feeding at the water bubbler in the Long Water.

A remarkable picture by Tom taken at Hornchurch Country Park: a hybrid between a Baikal Teal and an ordinary Eurasian Teal. Hybrids often turn out a bit of a mess, but this is a very smart duck.

It was a good day for seeing small birds.

A Goldcrest darted around looking for insects in a bush beside the Serpentine.

A Robin sang in the Rose Garden. We may have had a lot of video of this bird, but you can't resist filming a singing Robin.

There were views of the Dunnock in the Rose Garden ...

... and at the Lido restaurant.

There was also a Pied Wagtail at the restaurant ...

... and several in the enclosure of the Diana fountain. You can get quite close to a shy Pied Wagtail if there's a fence between you and it.

A Goldfinch pecked at a leaf bud in a treetop beside the Long Water.

Below it, a Chaffinch ...

... and a Wren hopped around in the leaf litter.

There was a small flock of Redwings in the place on the Parade Ground where they have gone in previous years to find worms on the grass ruined by the Winter Wasteland. But there was no funfair in this fun-free year, and I didn't expect them to turn up. With no fence to protect them they were very shy and I only got a distant shot.

A Magpie began to build a nest beside the Serpentine.

The pigeon-eating Lesser Black-Backed Gull and his mate were in their usual place by the Dell restaurant.

The Grey Heron chick could be seen moving around in the nest, but it didn't show clearly enough to rate a picture.

Two Great Crested Grebes were fighting on the Long Water.

Still everything but the Mute Swans -- today's occupant of the swan island was a Moorhen.

The Black Swan was in a crowd of Mute Swans, doing its best to look big and impressive.

This pair of Gadwalls is constantly on the edge of the Dell restaurant terrace.

The Grey Heron chick on the island was frantic to be fed, but had to wait till its parent had regurgitated some fish for it.

Often Coot fights are between pairs, with two, presumably the males, fighting continuously, while the other two join in occasionally or chase each other. At the end of the video there are clear winners, with two holding another two down so that they have to submit.

In an act of random aggression, a Coot chased off a harmless Gadwall who was minding his own business.

It began to rain, but a Great Crested Grebe didn't mind.

A Black-Headed Gull played with a feather.

A pair of Mute Swans courted on the grass beside the Serpentine, probably the same pair I photographed on Monday. I think they are doing this on land because the adjacent water is the territory of the violent male who killed another swan last summer ...

... and whose two offspring are growing up to be just as horrible as their father.

The dominant swans on the Long Water are still ignoring their newly repaired nesting island. Today it was the turn of two Greylag Geese and two Lesser Black-Backed Gulls to occupy it.

A Rose-Ringed Parakeet chewed leaf buds. They damage each one just enough to stop it developing, then move on to the next one. In this way a few of these destructive pests can ruin a whole tree.

I thought these emerging flowers were bluebells, but it seems not -- apparently a kind of Scilla. Anyway, a Carrion Crow posed obligingly in a patch.

A female Chaffinch foraged in leaf litter at the foot of Buck Hill.

A Wren perched on a twig near the Italian Garden.

The Long-Tailed Tits in the Rose Garden were busy building their nest. The large and complex structure takes several weeks to finish.

Landscape with Looming Bunny.

A Dunnock searched for food in the woodland at the foot of Buck Hill. They eat eat insects and other invertebrates as well as seeds.

A male Chaffinch ...

... and his mate looked down from a yew tree.

One of the Long-Tailed Tits in the Rose Garden collected spider webs in the row of pleached lime trees at the edge of the garden.

There was a Greenfinch in the holly near the bridge, but it was mostly hidden by leaves and I only got a poor shot of it.

A female Pied Wagtail hunted insects in the enclosure of the Diana fountain.

They move so fast that only a lucky still picture shows them catching anything -- in this case a midge, of which plenty are out already.

A pair of Jackdaws examined the hole in the plane tree near the Albert Memorial where I have already seen Stock Doves and Rose-Ringed Parakeets, so the site is much in demand. Previously it has been used by Mandarins.

A Carrion Crow eyed a daffodil.

The Grey Heron parent had just flown out of the nest, leaving the chick alone. Although growing fast, it may still be at risk from Carrion Crows.

It was changeover time on the nest at the west end of the island.

In the next tree a Cormorant perched on a thin branch. I would have liked to see it land here.

The male of the pair of Egyptian Geese at the Henry Moore sculpture was alone on the grass. It seems his mate is nesting already.

A Mallard perched in a tree beside the Long Water, looking a bit out of place.

A Red Crested Pochard shooed away a Gadwall at the Vista.

The adult Grey Heron on the nest preened, so the chick did too.

The herons in the nest at the west end of the island are still sitting on eggs.

A Magpie preened in a blossoming tree. This is one of a pair that build a nest every year in a tree beside the Serpentine.

One of the Long-Tailed Tits nesting in the Rose Garden was up in the pergola looking for spider webs, which are the material that gives their nest its strength.

The Dunnock in the Rose Garden was in his usual bush.

A Pied Wagtail perched on the roof of the Lido restaurant, ignoring workmen putting up scaffolding to repair the clock tower.

It seemed odd to see a small Black-Headed Gull chasing a big Herring Gull, so I filmed it.

Great Crested Grebes displayed at the Vista ...

... and the Lido.

This Coot builds a nest on the Mute Swans' nesting island every year, and is not put off by the island now being made of gravel. The swans have never managed to evict the pair.

A pair of swans courted on the grass beside the Serpentine.

Others invaded the Long Water, and the Black Swan was with them. The dominant swan who owns the Long Water was busy at the far end, but he'll chase them off soon.

Blondie the Egyptian Goose is back from her stay in St James's Park.

There was a male Egyptian Goose a few yards up the shore who is probably her new mate.

The female Red-Crested Pochard who is the centre of attention for nine males was at the Vista, surrounded by her admirers.

But the drake who has a Mallard mate paid no attention to the proceedings, and rested under the dead willow tree. He may have forgotten that he is one of them.

The solitary Common Pochard drake was in his usual place beside the bridge, diving for algae and snails.