That venerable sage, the Face of Everyman thought he knew every specie of bird & critter along the Pacific flyway.  But once in every Blue Moon or so, a strangely marked fledgling would appear at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  He forced his mind to run through the alphabet; considering each specie’s name before moving on.  At last he turned his attention elsewhere; smugly confident that this visitor must be an exotic invader; not yet identified by the scientific community.


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