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Western Jackdaw in Pildammsparken — clever eyes in the crowd
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The Western Jackdaw in Pildammsparken, Malmö, is never truly alone. Where there’s a jackdaw, there are often more — their social lives unfolding in bursts of chatter, acrobatics, and observation. But this one stood still. Watching me as much as I watched him, from a bed of sun-kissed leaves in Malmö’s greenest heart. His pale blue…
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Female Blackbird in Kungsparken — grace in shadows
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The female blackbird in Kungsparken, Malmö, doesn’t seek the spotlight like her male counterpart with his bold black feathers and golden beak. Instead, she moves through the soft shadows, blending into the earthy tones of the path, understated but just as vital. I found her quietly foraging in the hush of early morning, the light still…
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Gull Conflict at Pildammsparken — the wild edge of spring ritual
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Gull mating behaviour at Pildammsparken in Malmö, and what I first assumed to be a graceful courtship turned into something far more intense. I raised the camera just as the male landed, wings wide in dominance, the female pinned and resisting. Their shrill calls pierced the air — not melodic like robins or larks, but…
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Greylag Goose Gosling at Pildammsparken — daisy dreams and downy days
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Greylag goose gosling at Pildammsparken in Malmö, nestled among the damp petals of a lawn scattered with daisies. It lay there calmly, a gentle puffball of fresh spring life. It seemed as if the world was built only of light, grass, and the soft sounds of city park birdsong. I knelt nearby, careful not to…
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Eurasian Coot Chick at Pildammsparken — punk fuzz and parental care
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The Eurasian coot chick at Pildammsparken in Malmö didn’t so much swim as it ricocheted across the water like a downy, furious ember. That bright crimson face, ringed in electric orange fuzz, was the kind of beauty that only a parent — or a birder — could adore. Nearby, the adult coot waited with food, patient…
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Herring Gull at Ribersborg — the shape of freedom
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The Herring Gull at Ribersborg appeared out of nowhere, catching a gust of wind as it floated along the coast like a paper kite with intent. I was walking just by the shoreline, the Øresund stretching into its usual blue-grey infinity, when this gull passed — silent, steady, and superbly indifferent to my awe. This isn’t…
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Wolf at Skånes Djurpark — the silent gait of a ghost
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The Wolf at Skånes Djurpark appeared just as the drizzle began to hush the forest floor. With padded paws and head low, it moved like breath through the green — alert but not rushed, as though following a scent line only it could read. Even knowing I was on safe ground, I felt something primeval stir…
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Ural Owl at Skånes Djurpark — eyes like dusk itself
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The Ural Owl at Skånes Djurpark, the zoo in the middle of Scania was nearly invisible at first. Nestled deep in the shaded corner of its enclosure, behind a curtain of birch leaves, it watched the world with a stillness that felt more ancient than animal. It didn’t move. Not a blink, not a twitch —…
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Bear at Skånes Djurpark – primal presence in every breath
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The brown bear at Skånes Djurpark, the zoo outside of Höör stopped me in my tracks. There’s something about standing just metres away from this ancient beast, even with a barrier between us, that taps into something deeper — a mix of awe and ancestral caution. I arrived just as feeding time began, and…
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Grey Seal at Skånes Djurpark – a whiskered legend
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The grey seal at Skånes Djurpark greeted me like an old friend — or perhaps a sly performer — with those deeply set eyes and a mouth full of mischief. I arrived just before feeding. There he was, slicing through the green reflections of the pool like a whisper of sea myth. His mottled…