Archibald is headed home after an hours long stakeout at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In his mind he ran thru a litany of complaints that had kept him from catching a bird: deer browsing, raccoons, wind & rain, blowing leaves. He had a good mind to stop by the Bodega and splurge on a can of minced canary. At least the Face of Everyman didn’t wake up and start to lecture him on the sanctity of life.