On this photo you can see a fieldfare attacking my fishing companion Peter Heiberg again. The first two or three attacks were the worst... May in southern Sweden, Peter and I are standing by a small river with a small chance of salmon. We are the first to try the river this season and we know that we possibly are too early. The river is beautiful so we try anyway, just for the relaxation and the enjoying of the nature, and you never know... Peter is fishing as the first at a beat downstream and has disappeared around a bend of the river when a loud chatter from a tree downstream attracts my attention. A brown bird approx. same size as a blackbird set off from the tree and is flying directly towards me. I am standing completely still and I'm thinking that perhaps the bird will land on my fly-rod when the bird hit my head, chatter loud and is flying back to it's tree. After a sort moment the bird starts chattering again and repeats it's attack against me. Suddenly Peter comes and says; just wait and see what happens when you move a little further downstream. I tell him that if it's the crazy bird he's talking about, I already have had a very close look at it. Peter points his finger at his fishing hat. The whole front of the hat is white, covered in bird shit. I understand that I was lucky to have avoided the worst attack. The fieldfare had staked the whole content of its tarm in its first attack, in Peter's forehead….

The fieldfare is called "Björktrast" in Swedish (a name mixed of the birch tree and some nice birdname) but it's also called "Dyngtrast". The word "dyng" means shit in Swedish, and the bird has a reputation of attacking anything that comes near its nest, and use all means...