My love of birds and nature is rooted in my childhood, as my father would always record the first Robin sighting of the spring and would talk about all the colorful warblers and thrushes. However, It wasn't until I had a son of my own that things came full circle.

It was 10 p.m. in Alaska. The June breeze was brushing the lush spruce. I walked around the campground with my one-year-old son. Suddenly, we heard a bird singing in the Woods. It was the most beautiful thing and it just totally enchanted me. But I couldn't see it clearly because one-third of the orange sunset had sunk to the bottom of the woods. We wanted to identify this charming bird, but it kept playing hide-and-seek with us.