Species
The Central Asian Flyway covers at least 279 migratory waterbird populations of 182 species, including 29 globally threatened species and near threatened species that breed, migrate and spend the non-breeding winter period within the region. Species such as the
- critically endangered - Northern Bald Ibis, White-bellied Heron, Baer's Pochard and
- endangered - Greater Adjutant and
- vulnerable - Black-necked Crane, Indian Skimmer, Lesser Adjutant, Masked Finfoot, Socotra Cormorant, Wood Snipe and
- near threatened - Black-headed Ibis, Lesser Flamingo, Pygmy Cormorant, White-eyed Gull are completely or largely restricted to the Central Asian Flyway range.
In addition, the breeding range of some species including the
- critically endangered - Siberian Crane, Slender-billed Curlew, Sociable Lapwing, Spoon-billed Sandpiper and
- endangered - Red-breasted Goose, Nordmann's Greenshank, White-headed Duck and
- vulnerable - Spot-billed Pelican, Dalmatian Pelican, Lesser White-fronted Goose, Marbled Duck, Relict Gull, and
- near threatened - Black-winged Pratincole, Ferruginous Duck, Corn Crake and Asian Dowitcher are largely restricted to the region although the non-breeding ranges overlap with adjoining flyways.
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