The beginning of the northern summer is a good time (as any) to dream of some of the most...

White-tailed Eagles normally take flight silently, yet, while checking some Common Starlings and hoping for Rosy Starlings, I heard...

What was the weirdest place you ever birded? Some smelly sewage ponds? Oh, don’t bother responding. A war zone? Then...

Turning off the asphalt, I enter the Deliblato Sands steppe, between the Danube and the Carpathian Mountains in the...

Morning at the slopes of Mt. Povlen, a quick stop filled with a song that sounds familiar, but I...

Who else, but a birder, would drive with windows down in subzero temperatures? Just ahead of the final cold...

During the final stages of the Pan-European bird-atlassing work last year, computer models of Serbian ranges for some 150...

I woke up at 5 am, a good two hours before the sun (and I really hate to be...