It was with a stroke of luck that the Face of Everyman remembered to take the Pigeon Count. It was a doleful Two. Had the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa fallen out of favor? Should he fudge the numbers?
Dismal Count
Chili
Cast-off Tex-mex birdseed burnt the tongue of this hungry mammal. Terwilliger felt the burn all the way to his toes. The pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa barely cut thru the fire. the Face of Everyman agreed to erect a sign next time.
Drat!
Lefty lost balance and cursed his missing toes. the Face of Everyman was alarmed at such language being used in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Homeless?
In another daylight raid the culprit returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was aware of tree removal in the fringes of the Resort. Had this creature lost his home?
Charitable
Conroy tackled a grape the size of a beach ball. the Face of Everyman obtained the fruit from the nearby Food Bank. Luckily the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had many generous inhabitants.
Breaking Curfew
Not Cool
It was like herding cats to get the Crow Clan to pose for the family portrait. the Face of Everyman was losing his patience. He had two more appointments this morning. This service was getting very popular in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Snow?
It was time to set out the suet for our new guest. the Face of Everyman had everything at the ready. He wanted to be thought of as a great host and the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as a second home. The weather was changing. Snow was in the forecast.
Butter Butt
Best he could tell that bird was a Yellow Tailed Warbler. The bird had a way to go before the plumage was true but for now the Face of Everyman was fairly confidant. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa played host to so many varieties it was hard to be sure.
Nothing
Some days there is nothing to report from the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, there would be time for a nap by the Face of Everyman.
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