A Bird Of Extremes

I feed on frozen tuna in sub-zero climates.
They call me snowflake.
Only because I’m as elegant as one gliding through the sky.

I’m surviving in -45 degrees celsius climates.
I stay warm by burrowing into the snow.
Hunting on the ground, I find NOTHING.
Just to my luck, a snow spider carelessly stumbles to me.
I leap, this is my meal.

I’m not surprised that I’m good at hunting.
After all, I am a
Snow Bunting.