An evening spent with the wildlife extraordinaires Wild Sweden. By foot the evening began by exploring the forests. They are devoid of human tracks or pathways, so we fan out to leave little knowledge of our presence on the ground. Carefully we walked; the cloud heads of moss give way underfoot, all dreaming a soft autumnal green, a summer’s nightcap before nodding off into a hibernal slumber.
At first, as the evening stretched on and on, my hopes slipped away of seeing any wild animals. There has been a recent cold snap and so the forests in the past few days have been oddly quiet, even the birds holding their voices during the day. Would we see any moose? But of course – we did.
I love their great bulbous noises most of all; solemn as knights, they feel half elephantine. And we see a young roe buck too, who has no interest in us at all. We expect to see one cow, maybe two, a bull if we were lucky – but we see eleven in an hour alone, bulls and cows and calves. They seem at the edge of all ends of the forests, lingering on the edges of the fields, lurking slowly from where we had been standing only earlier. It was almost unnerving. In the growing fog that night, I drive home very slowly.
Camera: Canon EOS 6D
Lens: Maiden voyage of my Sigma 150-600mm f/5-6.3 DG OS HSM Sports Lens