Every time I look outside, I see birds.

Even though the weather is cold, damp, windy, there are birds everywhere.

Canada Geese go from the fields to the river, to elsewhere, honking between themselves.

The Junco gang is flying around like fighter pilots having fun practicing the most daring antics. Tagging along are the Chickadees and House Wrens.

The Nuthatch family is showing the kids around the best trees to climb up and down on.

And somehow, just like in Spring, the gulls are having a ball flying up and down the Chambly Rapids, probably finding some goodies to eat.

Once in a while, I hear a Robin, a bird I did not see or hear all summer.

They seem to want to show me that the lucky and the strong survive it all, and survival instincts surmount terrible odds, awful challenges that life brings us. Hang on, they seem to tell me. Hang on.