Siberian Jay safari

After a three hour drive through a landscape wrapped up in a damp, grey blanket we arrived to our night shelter, a large timber lodge north of Sandviken.

Inside the lodge the heat was on with the help of a fire in the huge fireplace.


As soon as we had installed ourselves we were treated to an outdoor dinner (but under the roof) featuring…..

…. charcoal buns with lingonberry jam. Hearty and robust food from the past containing few and sustainable ingredients – flour, water and salted pork – baked in pork grease in a cast iron pan over open fire.


The next morning our guide Anders Ekholm took us to Kittan feeding station, a place well known for its permanent population of Siberian Jay. And we weren’t disappointed! Once we stepped out of the car and began clapping our hands these beautiful birds with their rusty red tails came flying.


We knew sausage is a real favorite among these birds, so a wire basket was baited with a good portion of sausage and hung up on a nearby branch. It didn’t take long until four Siberian Jays took turns at the basket.

Not only the sausage but also bits and pieces of an egg sandwich seemed to be to their liking.


Besides being our guide Anders also had a special mission this morning to ring one or two birds. Trying to catch them a net was erected between two poles. Soon enough a bird was trapped and then quickly and carefully loosened from the net.


A numbered metal ring was fastened around the leg.


After the ringing ordeal the little bird, shaken and tousled, rested a few minutes on a branch before joining the others again.


When being a reflection in a bird’s eye the world stops spinning and for a split second you become one with nature.


Looking out for migratory birds

Not so long ago, at 06 am on a Saturday morning, Roffe set off together with a group of like-minded and dedicated birdwatchers for the outer Stockholm archipelago to watch the migrating seabirds on their way south, …….

… among them the goosanders, flying in from the Åland Islands.


But not all birds were on the move this morning, not the great woodpecker working his pine cone ….

…or this cute, chubby little blue tit, a real favorite of mine.

Just a teaser

Good morning, good afternoon and good evening to you all and welcome to the launching of our new blog that’ll take you on a photographic journey through the Swedish nature as the seasons change!

As this is our first post, we’ll give you a teaser of what you might find here if you tag along on a walk on the wild side.  If some of the pictures might seem familiar to anyone, they have been published earlier on our Swedish blogs.


It’s april, nature awakens and the love life is flourishing, so also among birds, and for some the constant fight over a “woman” is on again….

…while others are busy chasing intruders.

The great crane dance at Lake Hornborga

Just as the sun rises thousands of cranes come flying in to the southern part of the lake to eat, dance and mate. A most spectacular performance!

The feeding of a hungry blue tit chick

The loon

Our summer cottage is situated just at the shore of a fairly large lake and from April to the end of September we use to sit on the porch or jetty and watch the life of all the different seabirds that have chosen our lake for the upbringing of their chicks. The most majestic of them all is the loon, with its haunting cry late at night that can really give you the creeps.



One of many species of dragonflies….

…and water striders aka pond skater, almost like a delicate piece of jewelery.



One of these beautiful, autumn coloured mornings while the fog was still slowly lifting Roffe headed out in the boat to take up his nets. This morning he was lucky. He got a big catch, a lavaret of 2 kilos.

Fish scales and drying nets, here turned into two photo still lives.