It was already dark in mid-October when we arrived to the Costa Rican birding mecca of Rancho Naturalista to have dinner on the veranda...

The Crocodile Bridge on the Tarcoles River is a strange place. Cars stopped at the bridge itself, people walking – not just along the...

Sitting on a beach under a coconut tree (but not under the very crown, I know that), I am contemplating birding and the meaning...

I have just returned from Costa Rica, the country about which I knew very little, despite it coming under my radar all the way...

Starting in the mid-1990s, there was a “where to watch birds in…” series of five site guides written by Nigel Wheatley and covering South...

Hi, my name is Dragan and I do not know my shorebirds. If I were to give a speech at the shorebirds conference, those...

Do you ever feel that you do not know your birds anymore? I had that feeling today. Usually I do not start gulling before...

Ah, late summer mornings, fresh, yet warm and sunny, when fields are rich-yellow and the river Danube so tranquil (so much so that even...