There were two more mute swans: another youngster and an adult.
On the canal bank, feral pigeons.
When we arrived at the botanical garden, there were of course not yet as many flowers as later in the year, it officially still being winter. Yet, already purple crocus.
And quite some winter aconites were already present.
And so were these wintersweet flowers.
And, of course, snowdrops, as one might expect at this time of the year.
A great tit calls. Blackbirds. Ring-necked parakeets.
On the other side of the canal, grazing coots and moorhens.
A blue tit drinking from the botanical garden stream.