Birds in January are masters of efficiency.

They don’t multitask.
They don’t rush.
They don’t waste energy.

They eat when food is available, rest when it’s not, and fluff up without a second thought about how it looks. No guilt. No productivity pressure. Just smart, seasonal living.

Watching winter birds has made me realize how much effort we put into fighting the season instead of working with it. The birds aren’t trying to “power through” January—they’re pacing themselves.

There’s something comforting in that.

Maybe winter isn’t asking us to do more. Maybe it’s asking us to do less, better.

The birds seem to agree.

Paul