Among the waving tall grass, a head suddenly pokes up. The lapwing is watching the world closely, its black eye shining with alertness. On top is its graceful crest, moving gently with the wind, as if proudly displaying its identifying mark.
He appears small and tucked away, but his posture betrays vigilance. The lapwing knows: behind every blade of grass can be a story - danger, food, or perhaps just the tranquillity of a summer day.
For a moment he looks around, curious and brave, before merging back into the sea of green around him.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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