It seemed an Embarrassment of Riches to the venerable sage. A whole tribe of these exotic grosbeaks had returned to forage in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman reported their presence on the Audubon hotline and wished them to have long lives and prosper.
From time to time an exotic wandered into the vast preserve of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to ask too many questions of a tough hombre like this one.
Openings in the Ladies Choir were rare and the coveted positions were eagerly sought. Above Esmeralda auditions, her voice coach below. the Face of Everyman was surprised at the quality and range of her song. He would look no further. Perhaps the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Ladies Choir could give those Salt Lake City folks a run for their money.
the face of Everyman was never sure about some of the guests booking in to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. This guy self-identified as a male songbird but the venerable sage didn’t think much of his meager chirping. Alas, who was he to argue with paying guests.
As the usual inducement to pose for wild life photos the kindle ol’ pensioner spread premium bird seed out for the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Penrod seemed over joyed at finding the Cracker Jack prize among the litter of sunflower seeds. the Face of Everyman fumed once again that his nap had been interrupted. “Drat!”
It had been a day of cats the Face of Everyman noted in his journal. First Lucy aka Panther, in broad daylight; then Boots, then Hercules seen above. Who could blame them for hunting, even on the posted grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Somehow they never seemed to be catching the ever multiplying rats. Not one. Were more drastic methods called for?
Every year the three tenors went on tour. They usually started with the big resorts like the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They ran their repertoire for the lunch crowd. the Face of Everyman convinced them to try new material on the dinner crowd. Seen above is Luciano singing “O Sole Mio”; a real crowd-pleaser.
Ancient Aztec writings had left clues as to how the Sun could be utilized as a fluoroscope. Seen above is a guest of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa undergoing physical examination. the Face of Everyman was careful to see a hair line crack. Rx: Hop more, fly less for two weeks.
Beloxi was a skilled imitator. Her near perfect sound of a raptor cleared the feeding grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Alas, there were nothing but dregs. She loudly chastised the Face of Everyman for his lack of planning of the Mother’s Day brunch. The venerable sage, caught unawares, quickly ordered the buffet to be set up and flowers at each feeding station.
Not everybody wanted to be in the picture. Lingering about any longer made them sure fire targets for the Owls, Cats and Coyotes. As the rain began to fall throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, the Face of Everyman snapped the shot. It was one of the worst he had ever taken: no composure, bad lighting, and the dreaded red eye.
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