Last September I found myself on Chincoteague Island, setting of the mythical Misty of Chincoteague, a favorite book from my childhood. I’d arrived about a day and a half before to help facilitate a workshop to develop the Pacific Americas Shorebird Conservation Strategy. Partners from all over the Pacific coast of North, Central, and South America had gathered. We’d spent long days at the Chincoteague Bay Field Station, talking about threats facing shorebirds in the Pacific Americas. When we wrapped up for the day a few of us jumped on the chance to spend an hour at the beach, hoping to see some birds and maybe catch a glimpse of a pony or two.