Raven call on a flowering alpine meadow in the Alps in Berchtesgadener Land. by Jiri Viehmann

There is a special atmosphere on a sunlit alpine meadow in Berchtesgadener Land this morning. A raven sits among the colourful wild herbs - bright gentian, golden yellow hahhttps://www.artheroes.de/de/Bildeinstellungen/295#tab_nl_0nenfuß, fragrant thyme cushions. Its deep black plumage stands out clearly against the colourful splendour of the meadow, and individual feathers shimmer metallic blue and violet in the gentle breeze.

The bird sits upright, its head slightly tilted as if listening for something invisible. Then its deep, throaty call rings out: a powerful "Krah" that echoes across the alpine pasture and is echoed back many times by the nearby rock faces. For a moment, the meadow seems to pause - the buzzing of the bees and the chirping of the crickets fade into the background while the rustic sound fills the room.

Around the raven, the herbs sway gently in the mountain breeze and the aroma of wild mint and mountain thyme fills the air. He looks around with watchful eyes, perhaps in search of conspecifics or simply as the master of this summer stage. Its call, powerful and familiar, mingles with the warmth of the day and the colourfulness of the mountain pasture - a picture that captures the wild soul of the Alps in a single moment.