I am an amateur photographer who visits  the River Dodder with a Nikon D7000 and older 300mm f4 prime lens. In low light I use an 80-200mm f2.8 ED Zoom. Many of the river images are by necessity heavily cropped.

22nd  August. Just above the weir. A loud squeal alerted us this evening.


Dodder River Rat Bites Heron

The Heron took on a big Rat which fought back tenaciously biting and hanging on to a vulnerable spot. It was the size of a well fed cat.


Adult Rat swings off  Heron.


Injured Heron Loses Rat.

The injured Heron then drop it into the water and a probable escape.


Angry Heron  attacks rat again.

The heron quickly recovered and followed in pursuit down the weir to grab it again.
You’d think the rat was hanging on for dear life?  He almost made it to the wall, almost.
Ratty deserved a gold medal for effort.

On the Dodder the mother duck seems to lose at least one of her clutch daily to the Heron and other predators.
Sunday 10 July. The last surviving duckling is trapped below Rathfarnham weir.


The mother duck flies up over the weir, Little duckling repeatedly tries to follow and calls.
Now exhausted and alone on the far side of the river, this sad little thing my be taken by a predator in the next few hours.


Monday  11 July. The mother duck is back below the weir but alone.


It’s I Phones out as appreciative riverside walkers spot the Vixen with her Cubs.

6 June 2016 Latest pic of Vixen and Growing cub.

April 2016
I believe this vixen is a survivor of the family that were killed here some time back.
She is back with cubs  which she initially kept well hidden.


A proud Mum with one of her cubs to the riverbank.

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Exploring the sandy area.


Fox Cub poses


Times Up, Vixen   breaks up photo shoot


The surviving Vixen.

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My first glimpse of a pup. This riverside regular wonders what all the fuss is about.

But these alert visitors were more interested in the camera.




The pups stick together and share well.

This chap appears to be a little smaller.

They are growing quickly.
At the rear of the den.
The pups quickly settle down for an orderly lunch.


The Vixen shelters from the hail-storm to watch photographers getting drowned.


Cubs playing.


Cubs Playing.




Fox cubs explore the riverbank.


16th May beginning to look like a fox.

Late evening. Ollie the Otter
While the Dippers were further down the river I quickly grabbed  rubbish from the top of the weir (The weir is the backdrop to many wildlife shots)  I was then rewarded in the evening with seeing Ollie the  Otter.

The otter descending a steep bank to enter the river.


Otter surfaced briefly.


Quietly watching photographers who are looking in the other direction.

The heron.

Ratty. Catching it is the easy bit.


The Dodder Heron fussily tenderises and then drowns a rat before swallowing it.

Mole and Badger had the kettle on. I wonder If the Heron is partial to Toad.
In The “Wind In The willows” we are told how particular they were in whom they spoke to.
I can’t imagine that they have many friends, Certainly not little fury ones or fishermen.


Berty the Heron takes up a few eels and a few more.


” Greed, greed and more greed” Who shouted that in a fit of rage before collapsing outside the gates of the Irish Parliament ?

I have really no idea why this image got me thinking about Irish Politicians or protestors.

Exposure settings are complicated When two quite different birds fill the frame.

The heron displays ruffled feathers for the Cormorant.

The Cormorant ignored the Heron when he hops onto a rock and ruffles his plumage.


The Heron just looks the other way when the Cormorant performs. Apparently it kills and injures more fish that it can eat.

The Kingfisher prefers to hunt from branches just above the water.

Kingfisher on the River Dodder.

The Kingfisher with a minnow on the River Dodder.

More  Kingfisher pics on the Kingfisher page.

Sophisticated flight control.

Deep powerful strokes keep this rather large bird airborne.

The setting sun just catches the Heron.  The trailing wing feathers are up much like flaps of an aeroplane coming in to land.

Flaps up, feathers out everywhere when the large heron decends to land.

Riverside Chat

Chat on the river bank

Chat or a row on the river bank. One fox sits back and watches   while his mate does all the talking. Perhaps an invite to dinner.A playful fox slips into the River Dodder.

A playful but careless fox slips into the River.

Welcome back brother.

Welcome back brother.


Dublin Foxes send Congratulations to Leicester after Foxes win the Premier League.

Foxes fight over the ball.

The waiting Fox and Swan pose nicely for me. Together but apart  on The River Dodder


The Swans fearlessly patrolled the river and often faced down a curious or hungry Fox.


The Swan needs to know what’s on the water and under the water.


She even goes down for a closer look and perhaps an angry  peck.


Up pops the Mandarin Duck.


“Don’t drink our water” says the Swan “It’s a precious resource”

‘Hey that’s my bread ‘


The swans were fed regularly and they appeared to gang up on the fox when he went after some of the bread on his side of the river.

fox cub demonstrates his bite
The young Fox demonstrates his bite but the Swans have seen it all before.


On a cold winters day people found it difficult to feed the swans and ignore the little Fox.


‘That’s my spot’ says the Swan.


The Cormorant poses for the photographer.


The Local swan is wondering  What’s so special about the Cormorant.


Lunch break at the Dodder. Don’t show the sandwich bag unless you intend to share


The Little Grebe lives on the plentiful supply of minnows and even some sticklebacks.


A lucky capture as the Mandarin duck nearly lands on top of me.


The Heron flies down-river with a crop full of fish and the odd unfortunate riverside rat.


The Duck is pursued by a Water-spaniel.


A guilty look.

Swan avoids dog

The swan escapes.

exercise at the Dodder weir.

What me?


A new Swan has a row with the Ducks. He didn’t hang around.

A sad scene at the weir, observed some time back. The question is what happened to the Foxes?  The Swans probably saw the whole thing  but won’t be talking.
One swan died after ingesting something bad.
The other was apparently attacked by  a dog and died despite the wounds being stitched.
Many have commented  on how the river bank has been eerily  quiet of late.

Update. Recently some new foxes have been seen.


The  Vixen returns.

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D750 with Sigma 150-600.

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