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...

I am preparing for the new census of one of the rarest birds of Serbia, the globally threatened Great...

I screamed “UralOwlUralOwlUralOwl!!!”, all the time pointing with my right hand while holding the steering wheel with my left,...