Yikes!

Mom brought young Ethelbert down to the magic waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She never mentioned that the waters would be cold. the Face of Everyman always dipped a toe in first. He never liked surprises.

Corn

Sparky was downhearted; there was little corn left when he arrived at the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. “What kind of sick mind would treat songbirds in this fashion?” he thought. the Face of Everyman read these thoughts and felt hurt; but budget constraints didn’t allow for better grades of corn.

Damian

Born with a face that only a mother could love, little Damian tried to make friends where ever he went. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was filled with new fledglings, however none seemed to want to play. the Face of Everyman seemed just as stand offish. This would be Damian’s fate. Downhearted he returned to his murmuration.

Nesting Time

Mullard had been sent out for more nesting material. Enroute home he stopped for drink at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After several beers he lost track of his mission and headed home. The discarded straw sank slowly to the bottom of the lagoon. the Face of Everyman shuddered to think what all lay at the bottom.

Mustache?

Elrod came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with an appointment with the Face of Everyman. He wanted a keen assessment of his mustache; it didn’t seem to be growing in properly. Was he combing it too much? Was he using the wrong wax? The venerable sage suggested that he avoid Red Millet and eat only from feeders containing beef suet, peanut butter and tree nuts. Return in three weeks if there is no improvement.

Big Bird

Exotics continued to book into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had to open new roosts to provide for the Plus Sized guests. Luckily the venerable sage spoke enough Mandarin to answer the guests most pressing questions and dietary issues.

Floating

Rodney had learned the secrets needed to float on his back in the shallow waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Olympic pool. His gleeful cries of joy awakened the Face of Everyman who failed to find anything to be gleeful about. The venerable sage was grumpy the rest of the day.

Barbershop Quartet

the Face of Everyman needed some light, nostalgic entertainment for the early bird dinner crowd of seniors. He was willing to pay “scale” for a group who could sing in harmony and sound like a Barbershop Quartet. By the look on their faces, the venerable sage knew that this group Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa quests wasn’t ready for anything. Thank goodness he hadn’t yet bought the hats.

Proposals

Love seemed everywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman could barely keep from rolling his eyes. Daily he had to endure listening to awkward proposals. Here and there he would add to his journal a few choice words gleaned from his eaves dropping. Some were outlandish. A few stole from Shakespeare. Some idiotic. Much was pure tripe.