The newest bird to find sanctuary at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed nice enough, except . . . he kept calling the Face of Everyman, “Bub” and “Old Timer”. Worst yet, his habit of announcing his arrival as he descends through the thick Fall canopy screeching and yelling as though he were Tarzan, of the Apes. There seems no end of noise this creature can create. The venerable sage knew that nap times were going to be “catch as catch can” from this week forward.