
A little intimidation gets you next in line at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to some of this behavior.

Doggedly the Face of Everyman scrolled through the past week’s footage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He hoped to find an unfamiliar face. Alas and alack images were of the same old crowd. Where were the Cedar Waxwings, the Scrub Jay, or the Steller’s Jay? Had the Crows made the neighborhood too tough?

All of a sudden, a whole squadron of Wild Canaries appeared. They had missed the lunch hour and were too early for high tea. the Face of Everyman made special arrangements with the dining hall to feed them so that they could be on their way South. He knew that they would return next year for the best in west coast nesting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.