There’s a surprisingly interesting fact about wildlife photography. No matter how long you prepare for a shot, how hard you search for it, or what you endure - like I did today, running through an open field to escape a sudden hailstorm - more often than not, the very reason you picked up your camera in the first place happens completely by chance

Meet the Common Buzzard, that little bastard who has been bothering me ever since I moved to Germany, flying over the fields and taunting me from the very moment I first saw it in the sky

Speaking of luck - I took this photo just as I was almost back home, soaked to the skin and thinking I should probably come back to this in the evening. And there he was, perched on the sign, and thanks to my quick reflexes, I managed to spot him just before he flew away