I remember that day. A gryphon was resting on the meadow, and all of a sudden, I heard a wyvern roaring somewhere, which prompted me to see the turul flying over en route to its domain, when a bunch of little Schwanzmeisen ambushed me.
Schwanzmeisen 🐥 (long-tailed tits) im Büsnauer Wiesental, Vaihingen.




















