
the face of Everyman thought it odd that this bird visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in such low numbers. Time would tell as Spring became more entrenched in the Pacific Flyway.

So, this is how it ends, thought the Face of Everyman, high and dry on some deserted beach in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Actually, the kindly ol’ pensioner, had just drained and scrubbed the whole pool. It no longer smelled like Jalopenos from the chilli infused birdseed. Surely a blessing. A hose delivered water minutes later.