When winter comes calling, our local wildlife can do little about it. Instead, they use their hereditary gifts, strong will, and pure cunning to survive and thrive through the harsh winter months. One morning, in the woods near my office, I sat and watched in awe as a vibrant constellation of songbirds flittered and fluttered through an otherwise nude winter landscape. They were just carrying on their daily struggle to survive, and paid me no attention as I hunkered down in the cold alongside them, slowly sipping coffee for a brief rush of warmth and feeling in my cheeks. I was watching this cardinal for nearly an hour, darting here and there and gathering seeds, all the while singing merrily to himself; or to me, Iâ€™m not sure which. Eventually, he perched in the tamarack tree in front of me, and as he did, the wind picked up and snow started coming in sideways. He hopped down a few branches and turned towards me to brace himself against the wind. He fluffed out his feathers to in an attempt to block the chill. After just a moment, he turned and left to continue his season-long struggle.