Looking backwards: At the Crane roost / January 11, 2022 by Arne Bischoff

One memorable evening I visited a beloved little sanctuary in Northern Germany that I know very well. Every night, hundreds of cranes, geese, ducks and other waterfowl come here to sleep. In such moments, the soundstage is just out of this world.

I watched the scene from a hidden place, to make sure, I did not disturb the animals and spent the better part of an hour there until all the beautiful blue light was gone - and so did I.

The area with its swamps and one of the last remaining stretches of carr in Northern Germany is a nature reserve and one of my favourite places in the world. It is home and breading ground to Common cranes, White-tailed eagles, Ospreys, Beaver, Eurasian otter, Eurasian bittern, Eurasian woodcock, Woodlark, European nightjar, the last Black grouse in Northern Germany and of course the famous Grey wolf.

Looking backwards: Late summer / January 11, 2022 by Arne Bischoff

Summer 2021 has been really turbulent for me and not an easy time. My passion for photography suffered from this. Even looking back to this period of time does not come lightly. On the other hand, there are quite a lot of moments and images I hold dear. I worked on a few assignments that I really enjoyed and I went to places and saw animals that I never encountered before. So let me share it with you without the usual explanations and let the images speak for itself.

DDA Birdrace ‘22 (Walden Magazine)

Read my full Birdrace story in the 2022 spring issue of German Walden magazine (by Geo).

Bikejøring with Inga Wyroślak (fahrstil - Das Radkulturmagazin)

Read my full Bikejøring story in fahrstil #32 °kraft.

Slovenian mountains and Riserva Naturale Regionale della Foce dell'Isonzo Isola della Cona

Looking backwards: Spring and early summer / November 5, 2021 by Arne Bischoff

When I am thinking about the 2021 summer, I don’t feel it has been a productive season photographically. But sometimes, feelings do not do the truth any justice and memory is a deceiving thing. So scrolling through my hard drive, there are quite some images that seem worth sharing.

After a very cold February, the spring and early summer offered sun, warmth and a surprisingly active wildlife that jumped the gun here in the southernmost parts of Northern Germany.

Five cubs and an early litter

The year started with a bang. A friend found a fox den, quite openly located within a corn field. And the den turned out a treasure. I watched no less than five very cute and very little fox cubs at one of their first days out and about. They were so little, they did not even have its distinctive red fur. Now it was a question what would grow faster, the corn or the cubs. I knew, once the vegetation period would start, there would be know way to observe the lot any longer. Luckily, I spent three wonderful mornings with the gang. Mom showed up from time to time but never stayed long. Then my job kept me busy and when I came back, the little family had already abandoned its shelter. They were reported all fine some weeks later and had grown up significantly in size.

Springbirds in an urban environment

One very agreeable quality of my hometown is the large number of birds that live within the city or very close to it. In my immediate neighborhood you find Kestrels and Peregrine falcons, Greenfinches, Redstarts, Robins, Blackbirds and other thrush, House sparrows, Blue and Coal tits, Crows and jackdaws, to only name a few. Especially the greenfinch paid my Covid-enforced home office a lot of beautiful visits with its monotonous yet beautiful voice. A little later in the year, the offspring of the local kestrel were unmistakable in the surrounding of “its” church. And as if this wasn’t enough beauty, the evening sun had something to add, too.

A walk through the wildflower strips

One of my most favourite places in the region are the wildflower strips of the NSR partridge conservation project. Whenever you come, there is something flowering and its always full of life. Insects, birds, Red foxes, Hare and Roe deer thrive in and around those little sanctuaries within the surrounding wastelands of industrial farming that provide both food and shelter.

Urban waterbirds

There is a little river and a small lake in my hometown. The latter even made it to the national news later this summer, when a Wels catfish tried to eat a Snapping turtle. This quite smallish body of water has seen a lot of recovery in recent years. The European beaver is back here and the area is home to a lot of birds, including local legend “Candy” the Cackling goose.

Stay tuned for part II of my summer recap with a little glimpse into my editorial photography.

Urban owlets - four fluffly balls and one parent at a time / April 25, 2021 by Arne Bischoff

A Tawny-owl branchling on the fence of a local kindergarten.

Urban areas offer a pretty good habitat for some species - especially birds. Most notably in Germany the Peregrine Falcon, the Common Kestrel or the Common Swift. The pressure from predation is usually smaller and there is food in abundance. The episode “Cities” of BBC - Planet Earth II is a monumental showcase of this development. It’s not all good though. A lot of woodland or mountain species flee from the loss of its natural habitat. Intense forestry for example makes young and monocultural forests without woodpecker caves or hollow trunk. And a lot of woodland Owls use such holes for breeding.

Such a woodland Owl bred in one of the many parks in my hometown: A Tawny owl. It was incredibly early in the year. A friend showed me the parent owl and its four branchlings as early as March 23. It was so cool to watch those branchlings grow. Within a few days they increased its reach around its breeding holes about ten times. When I first met the fluffy four, they could hardly fly. A few days later, they roamed the whole park. Its begging calls sounded all over the park.

At least one parent always watched its offspring, while the other was probably hunting (night-time) or sleeping (daytime). Unfortunately I never discovered the breeding-hole.

Now, four weeks later, the family is still around, but increased its radius a lot. All four owlets are roaming the ancient lattice-courtyards of the area. And whenever the young are out and about, somewhere aloft sits a parent carefully watching.

But this isn’t even the end of the story. Local ornithologists agree that those are the same adults that bred in a different park two years out of the latest three. It changed spots because of the presence of another large owl: A pair of Eurasian eagle-owls are roaming the city. One memorable night, I watched the male Eagle-owl calling from the highest pediment of the local theatre - beautifully moonlit. Unfortunately, I had no camera with me to document this spectacle.

But why should an owl as large as a Tawny owl flee a brother owl? Well, Eagle owls kill and eat Tawny owls - not only the owlets, but the adults.

Same parent, different branchlings - back in 2019.

Looking backwards: Winter / April 5, 2021 by Arne Bischoff

It is spring - full swing. Everyone in the animal realm is courting, mating, building, nesting, breeding or already having its offspring. Although in the local Harz mountain range, there is still snow and the night temperatures in Northern Germany remain around freezing temperature, there is no doubt: nature is starting up. For me, this is the time to finally look back to a winter, when I have been out quite a lot.

Whooper swans hibernating in Northern Germany. Mid-winter it looked a lot like their Scandinavian breeding grounds.

Cold and snowy: A surprise winter in Northern Germany

Usually winter in Northern Germany is a dull affair. Grey and with a lot of rain. This year has been different. Especially January and February brought really low temperatures and a lot of snow. My hometown of Goettingen recorded over 30 cm of snow and temperatures as low as -28° C. This is a once-every-30-years-occasion. The local mountain range had more snow, while even the lowlands received its fair share of the white stuff. And while a lot of humans enjoyed the pleasures of winter, nature struggled. Especially smaller birds and birds of prey died in some numbers. The local kingfisher-population nearly entirely collapsed. Surprisingly the white storks, geese or cranes that hibernated here, fared pretty well. With four weeks, the cold was not long enough to seriously harm it.

I mainly have been around at three different places or regions this winter.
My hometown of Goettingen, the local Harz mountains and the southernmost parts of Lueneburg heath.

The latter is famous for a lot of different Scandinavian birds such as all sorts of geese, swans or cranes hibernating there. But all three places had one thing in common. Due to the really low temperatures, nearly every pond or lake was frozen - so all water related birds resorted to the rivers, where they found some open water.

1. Images from the lowlands

Especially on the Aller river, you could find hundreds of ducks, geese or swans. One day, a young roe deer surprised me big time. A cross-country skier disturbed it on the farther bank of the river. The roe deer dashed off, into the river, navigated its way through the drifting ice and climbed the near bank. The water was around freezing and the air way below -10° C. The roe deer looked pretty miserable, but it simply shook the water off and strolled to the safety of the near forest. Wow - what hardships those animals can endure. The unusual conditions provided plenty of opportunities to watch Whooper and Tundra swans which are not too often even in Northern Germany.

2. Images from the (Harz) mountains

Winter and lots of snow aren’t too unusual in Northern Germanys highest (and pretty much only) mountain range. In the middle of the mountains sits the protected National Park, which is a sanctuary for a lot of wildlife, such as Red deer, Eurasian lynx or the wildcat. Deep valleys, dense forests and small rivers make the most part of the range.

3. Images from my hometown

Depsite its relatively small size, my hometown Goettingen has been on the national news quite often this winter. Over the course of two weeks in February, it has been the coldest place ih whole Germany, with temperatures constantly below -20° C and snow heights over 30 centimeters. For Northern Germany, this is highly unusual. Every body of standing water was frozen and even the slower running rivers. Only the swifter flowing waters remained open, even if there outer waters were frozen, too. No kingfisher remained in the area, they either died or fled. A lot of buzzards died as well as the few remaining redstarts. But life and death are oft pretty close in nature. Thousands of finches flocked the remaining patches of sunflower or hemp and attracted Sparrowhawks and even a Merlin. The population of Grey partridge fared surprisingly well, too and cuddled together into large groups of ten or more birds that withstand not only the cold, but all the skiers, who literally rode “cross-country”. Only the White-throated dipper remained entirely unimpressed of all the cold and white. It continued hunting larvae in the icy-cold waters of the swifter rivers and rivulets.

Ms Kingfisher - The master of hunting / February 4, 2021 by Arne Bischoff

There is something special about the kingfisher. It is one of the most photographed species of birds. There are so many amazing kingfisher images out there, you might as well give in and realise that there is no more story to tell, no more images to show that has not been shared before. But every time I have the chance to meet one, I get really exited.

The blue jewel

This January, Northern Germany has seen some days of heavy frost. The poor kingfisher had to quit hunting at lakes or ponds since they were mostly frozen. Luckily though, it wasn’t cold enough to freeze the rivers - that would mean near certain death to the local kingfisher population. So the blue jewels resorted to their raised stands along running water. One memorable day, I counted four kingfishers along 800 metres of waterline.

One of those was this particular Ms Kingfisher. She was hunting right next to a local recreation area, only 20 metres from a street, pedestrian crossing, car park and exactly where a tiny stream flows into a larger river. This place being so busy proved a very lucky spot for me.
Ms Kingfisher was well used to all sorts of crowds: humans, dogs, cars, ducks, herons - me. I crouched into the bank and watched her fascinated for more than two hours. Once, she came as close as two metres. Closer than the minimum focussing distance of my telephoto lens. This gave me the goosebumps.
I always try not to disturb the animals I photograph. This often leads to not getting the shot. But to notice that a wild animal tolerates my presence and does not flee me is more than reward.

An exceptional hunter

My Ms Kingfisher proved an exceptional hunter. Within those two hours, she caught as many as eleven sticklebacks. She had chosen her hunting spot perfectly. A lot of branches and twigs provided both platform and ambush to wait and then make the dive, those little birds are so famous for.

“I cheered her for every catch. Because for kingfishers, every catch counts.”

Winter is a particularly hard time for kingfishers. Despite its German name “Eisvogel” (literally: icebird), ice is its deadly enemy. Its little size and weight and very active behaviour means that it needs to succesfully hunt each day. Harsh winters and frozen waters can wipe out local populations within days. Migration is oft not an option either since the little bird can not cover longer distances without eating.

When I finally decided to leave her, I went some 100 metres upstream, where I met another specimen. This time a male. The little guy hadn’t chosen his hunting ground nearly as well as Ms Kingfisher. There were no suitable branches around (directly over the water) and all his attempts to hunt from a grassy river bank proved unsuccessful. Eventually he left a few minutes later. I hope he did better, where ever he went.

Luck and misfortune only a few metres afar. I hope both of them will make it through winter. I really like those little birds.

Waiting for a kingfisher and meeting a wading deer / December 24, 2020 by Arne Bischoff

A young Roe deer wading the knee-deep Oder river.

Just be out there! This is the no. 1 lesson, every wildlife photographer needs to learn. It’s often a bit wearisome. Not to sleep in, to set out in the dark only to be out at the break of day, to wait endless hours to be - more often than not - unsuccessful in terms of taking images. But it’s worth it. I never regretted getting out, even when I saw no animals at all. And sometimes it just pays off other than you planned or expected.

Checking the best spot to climb the steep and busy bank.

A few days ago, I set out to photograph the beautiful and well beloved kingfisher. It is quite shy, so you need a plan and a good disguise and a lot of patience. I made for a local stream which still runs quite naturally. It offers clear, not too deep waters and high banks that provide the kingfisher with nesting holes in summertime.

I lay in camouflage under a carved out high river bank, fully overshadowed and rarely visible. I waited for the kingfisher to show up downstream, from where I already had heard it’s call. I was concentrated searching and listening, when suddenly in my back, I heard really loud splashing sounds.

I could not really believe what I saw: A young roe deer waded downstream. It was focussed on the difficult walking and did not notice me at all, until it was about ten meters close. When it finally heard the shutter clicking, it stooped and watched me intently. I did not move and so the little deer decided that I was no risk. It continued its path and made slowly for the northern bank. It passed me with less than five meters distance. An amazing experience and a breathtaking moment!

A young Roe deer wading the knee-high waters.

I later figured out, what probably happened. The roe deer wanted to cross the river to make for the thick and sheltering bushes there. It left the shallow southern bank, but must have had some difficulties to climb the steeper and higher northern bank (where the kingfisher nests). So it chose to wade the only knee-deep rivulet downstream, to find an easier spot to climb. Once it was safe out of the water, it slowly disappeared in the bushes.

Finally: Safely hidden in the thick bushes.

A finch feast / December 10, 2020 by Arne Bischoff

I am lucky. Around my town, the EU Interreg Partridge Project planted a lot of wildflower patches. The patches provide the highly endangered Grey partridge with shelter and food. But the gallinaceous birds are not the only ones who love their wildflowers.

“One very agreeable quality of those finches is that they form mixed finch flocks.”

In late fall, thousand of finches feasted on the wildflower seeds. Greenfinches, Bullfinches, Chaffinches, Hawfinches and Goldfinches roamed the area in huge numbers. They live together, they eat together, they migrate together - well at least some. Of course they sometimes quarrel for food. They especially love the last remaining sunflower seeds. So they tend to sit right on top of the sunflowers and albeit being very social in general they are not happy to have other finches on their sunflowers.

Speaking of quarrels: The occasional fighting finches were not the only ones who got a bit heated during my last visit. A Common kestrel was around hunting and a Carrion Crow was just not having it. The Crow constantly bullied the kestrel until the bird of prey finally gave in and made way. I really like Corvidae for this quality. They are incredibly clever, they are great flyers and they don’t accept birds of prey around. The kestrel finally went hunting somewhere else.