Bluejays come to our garden in Trinity East, NL, every morning, clamouring at the window with their raucous demands for breakfast, until my wife, Carol, throws out black oil sunflower seeds to them. They are part of our adopted family of wildlife, crows, black-capped chickadees, and squirrels, who frequent our home on the bluff. Year-round residents, they tough out winters providing colour to an otherwise muted Newfoundland winter landscape. Sometimes, if it’s truly cold, they’ll puff up their feathers, looking pregnant, just to find comfort from the added insulation it provides. This one rests atop an old fir tree after a healthy meal of Carol’s offerings.