The buzzard hovered above the forest. Then his gaze fell on prey, motionless and abandoned on the ground. Its eyes narrowed, its wings spread majestically. This was no chase, no battle - this was a descent like a monarch claiming his rightful possession. His wings only folded at the last moment, as he perched like a shadow on the ground, where the dead prey was already waiting for 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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Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands