Gathered around a bonfire on the Winter Solstice, the hostess asked us each to share one moment from the past year that made us go, "Wow!" Despite the fact that my year had included rafting the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon, my favorite "wow" moment happened on a river much closer to home. One lovely afternoon last May, I set out with a friend to paddle an upper section of the Namekagon River. Approaching a bridge, a burst of twittering, movement, and flashes of yellow in the alder shrubs drew my attention. Squinting, I thought I spotted a black cap on one of the tiny heads, and quickly pulled into an eddy.

Sure enough, our binoculars revealed a flock of half-a-dozen or more little birds, "yellow as a lemon, with a smooth, black cap…" as Mary Oliver described them. Laughing in delight, we felt like we'd just conjured these Wilson's Warblers with her poem.