Bird Count

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There was a Clarion call out for all Crows to be seen and counted in as many Christmas bird counts as possible. The goal was to beat the popularity of the Dark-eyed Junco. the Face of Everyman had posted the most common viewing spots used by Audubon, Cornell and National organizations. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was well represented in each winter bird count.

Yikes!

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Yikes. No one had told Reynaldo that the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were ice cold. the Face of Everyman tried to warn him but his teeth were chattering too much. The venerable sage couldn’t wait till the pond heater had melted the ice.

Post-haste

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Little by little the number of Pigeons increased. the Face of Everyman suspected that locals had invited their country cousins to come dine on the good seed at the expense of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage ordered two bags of floor sweepings from the village pet store to be delivered by this afternoon. One taste of that dreck and the cousins would depart post-haste.

Naughty?

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It was too close to Christmas for one of the Bergdorf twins to make trouble by harassing the Face of Everyman. Besides, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security cameras were focused right on him.

SAD

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Waldo was worried; his SAD was taking on a life of it’s own. He was so exhausted that he didn’t care to eat and now the feast of the long night moon was tonight and he was expected to host the show. The clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the holidays and the Face of Everyman needed his own light box for personal therapy. Waldo hoped that the spot lights would give him temporary relief.

Chills

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Mullard could not keep warm. He flapped his wings to increase circulation; all the while mildly cursing the Face of Everyman and management of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “Would it hurt if the kindly ol’ pensioner put out the pond heater a few days early?”

Hook Up

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Annie checked in early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her online date was supposed to meet her here. the Face of Everyman marveled at how this remote spot off of the Pacific Flyway was becoming the hook up spot of renown.

REM

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Stumpy was worried. He’d lost track of his flock somewhere in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman wasn’t much help. No one new had booked in lately. He promised to keep an eye out for the flock. That said, Everyman slipped into REM stage sleep within seconds.

Scavengers

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It was with mixed emotion that the Face of Everyman noted that the pigeon flock was getting smaller. He and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been forced to put up with their scavenging.
Now, with fewer mouths to feed it didn’t seem like such a burden. He knew that in the Spring they’d be back in force.