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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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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 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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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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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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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…
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Chiffchaff in Limhamn Limestone Quarry — the name alone is enough to charm a smile out of me. I met this restless little warbler on a soft, clear morning. Its presence was revealed first by that repetitive “chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff” pulsing through the thorny undergrowth. It’s a song that marks the true beginning of spring in…
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Perched gracefully on a single leg, the green-winged teal at Fulltofta Nature Reserve resembled a motionless sculpture. It was enveloped in a peaceful state between rest and calmness. The morning cast a quiet stillness over the pond. This turned the petite duck into a motionless figure, blending seamlessly with its mirror-like reflection. It was…
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The presence of the great spotted woodpecker at Fulltofta was evident long before it came into view. The rhythmic hammering reverberated through the trees like a steady heartbeat, exuding a sense of confidence and purpose. Upon finally sighting the distinctive black-and-white figure perched on a twisting birch tree, I couldn’t help but smile at…
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The European robin at Fulltofta sang louder than my thoughts.That’s how the morning began — no wind, no footsteps, just birdsong, clear and defiant, echoing through the oaks and birch. Fulltofta in the Early Light Fulltofta Nature Reserve, tucked in the heart of Skåne, is a sanctuary for both wildlife and wanderers.At this hour,…