Songbird singing tryouts began auspiciously on a sunny afternoon at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Mullard one of the oldest employees, was asked to be first. His repertoire was vast but he stuck with a few old favorites: “Ode to a Spring Morning” and “This be my nesting territory.” The judges gave him three nines; a score hard to beat. the Face of Everyman was pleased to see that festivities were off to a good start.
Health Inspectors arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in response to a new wave of diseases sweeping the Pacific Flyway. the Face of Everyman agreed to suspend feeding, though it was the hallmark of his celebrated service. He assured the inspectors that any feeders would receive a through cleaning. The venerable sage picked up the lunch tab for the two and saw them off with a friendly wave.
Foxworthy tried to explain the significance PunxsutawneyPhil’s prognostication; six more weeks of Winter. He went on to paint a picture of drifting snow covering the vast territory of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Feeders iced over. Suet frozen solid. Of course he blamed Priscilla for not letting him buy those half priced tickets to Mexico when he could. the Face of Everyman offered to rent them a propane heater for about the same price as plane tickets.
Loretta leaned in closely; she didn’t want everybody in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to know her business. She wanted the Face of Everyman to look around in the mail room. She hadn’t received her Covid Relief stimulus check. She was a single mother trying hard to raise twins. The venerable sage suggested she try his Payday Loan service; just to tide her over.
The news swept thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; a wealthy benefactress had endowed this bit of paradise with a year’s worth of quality seed. the Face of Everyman could not be happier. There would be enough to restart the school lunch program and the Cinco de Mayo festivities. That Golden Hand Shake began to come back into focus.
the Face of Everyman smiled when he heard the melodious sounds of the ancient silver bell purloined from a Tibetan temple so many years ago. Now Magic with the bell around her neck intoned a secret prayer for every guest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Tula’, the manor house cat, parades before the camera, displaying her stub of a tail, a trademark of her breed from the wilds of the Asiatic-Pacific. the Face of Everyman had promised her mother that he would keep and eye on her and allow no harm to befall her in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Benchley was never sure of the protocol at such times as these. He needed a bath after a day of digging worms; but the little guy was here first. The social distancing rule was rigidly adhered to at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman couldn’t arbitrate this social impasse as he was sound asleep.
It wasn’t long before one of the new neighbors Ninja discovered the secret portal to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman used his telepathic skills to encourage the guest to return home. The venerable sage feared being inundated with Lost Dog flyers.
the Face of Everyman had been working on a new range of colors for the LGBTQ community at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seen above is Wayne demonstrating the new fast drying paints. The venerable sage was swamped with orders.
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