Surreptitiously security cameras recorded the sharing of classified secrets in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, the Face of Everyman slept thru the whole event.
Changes in the weather along the Pacific flyway caused Larson to pack up the family and head south for the winter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted many Summer breeders and dwellers. the Face of Everyman was sorry to see such a faithful tenant leave.
Mom teaches her young the delights of licking up bird seed scattered for songbirds at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had already made adjustments to his feeding budget. Overage was just part of doing business with wildlife.
This Raptor stopped by for a quick shower. He needed to get the pollen and dust from the vast forest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa off of his feathers for better flight. the Face of Everyman nearly smothered during this act of cleansing.
The Little One stood out when she wasn’t hidden by tall grass and bushes. Her lingering spots made her the talk of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman hopped she wasn’t some avant-garde trendsetter.
This well marked Tabby was one of newest nocturnal visitors to the Foggy Bottom Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had yet to learn its name. Security Forces were no help either. No alarm was sounded.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no different than any place else. When it was little Pronoun’s turn to play King of the Mountain everyone else heard their Mother calling. the Face of Everyman knew it was not his place to comment.
Bradley said a small prayer. The same prayer every fisherman says as he is about fish in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily the Face of Everyman hadn’t yet restocked the lake with Koi. Naturally, this area was designated: catch and release.
The rules of hierarchy were clear: If you were an hour older you entered the pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa first. the Face of Everyman never understood the confusion in that.