Beside the path

I'm taking a break from Tumblr — one that might last a little while. Before I go, I'm posting a few bird photos that I took at various locations over the past few weeks. I hope to be back soon.

Young birds are now out and about everywhere — including young starlings, who must now learn to fend for themselves, even though their parents are still close by.

Now all the feathered inhabitants of the reeds have returned from their winter quarters and delight us with their songs. Among them, the Marsh Warbler stands out for its extensive repertoire. Besides singing, it has another hobby: playing hide-and-seek with the photographer.

I photographed these pheasants from my car. The male pheasant crossed the road, then waited for his mate to catch up. Then, both continued pecking along the roadside.

Whether in the mud or amidst fresh greenery — the White Wagtail is always suitably dressed.

I´m huuuuuungry – feeeeeeeed me

The Icterine Warbler is back from its wintering grounds in southern Africa and, after its long journey, is once again singing its astonishing songs here. And successfully hiding from photographers ;-)

The world of pipits is very confusing to me; they all look very similar. However, the Meadow Pipit is indeed found in meadows, and the Tree Pipit loves clambering around in trees.

… and a few more photos of Little Ringed Plovers. They are currently very busy here.

Oh, what does this green flag mean amidst all the mud? – A bus stop? – No, nothing is happening here. – Well, then I'll keep going.

A beautiful back

The leaves have fully unfurled, and now begins the season of singing bushes. The nightingale serves as a prime example: a wonderful and very loud singer, yet usually hidden and rarely seen. But sometimes, one does catch a glimpse of it.

No? Then this is a chance to seize!

A new generation is exploring the world. Every year, it is a great pleasure to watch the goslings of the Greylag and Canada geese in our parks.

Unfortunately, Northern Wheatears are becoming increasingly rare in Germany. There are still some remaining habitats, and, of course, birds that pass through during migration. In the spring, one can admire the male in his elegant breeding plumage.

The term "borb" was invented for birds like this one.