The Sounds of the Steppe: Learning the Calls of Eastern Europe
Close your eyes. Imagine a landscape where the horizon is so distant it seems to curve with the earth. The sun is high, baking the saline soil, and the air shimmers with a relentless heat haze. To the untrained eye, the Pannonian Steppe—or the vast Puszta of Eastern Europe—might look empty. It is a sea of grass, punctuated only by the occasional sweep-well or a lonely shepherd’s hut.

But to the birder, this ...
