When I met Oezgur Baba in a small Teashop in Pushkar there was a lively chirping coming from his beard.


When I asked him about it he showed me his little bird....


He had found it slightly wounded in the street and had picked it up.After a while of resting in his hand the little bird hopped up his arm ..onto his shoulder..and then found shelter in Oezgur Baba's beautiful beard.
After a few hours when he had rested sufficiently the little bird flew away....


See you soon...