It is birthing season in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Prospective mothers look for safe and secure places to give birth. the Face of Everyman tried not to offer free advice.
Billy-Bob noticed immediately that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered little a bird of his fine tastes would enjoy. He admonished the Face of Everyman for the lack cracked corn.
Mullard knew it was his parental duty to feed his young, but this morsel was too good to give to an infant. the Face of Everyman waited with bated breath to see the outcome of the ethical dilemma. Indeed, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a good place to raise a family.
the Face of Everyman wasn’t much on prayer, he being basalt and all, but even here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he muttered a few words. It didn’t hurt. Right?
This little guy agreed to build a nest if there were enough bugs in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to support a growing family. the Face of Everyman couldn’t promise anything as most of the guest ate bugs too.
Today the Flock did not gather for one of Father Robin’s sermons at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Instead, the morning was spent in a quiet chat with the Face of Everyman.
No matter how hard Bumstead tried to fit in and be a regular member of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Pigeon Brigade he just couldn’t. the Face of Everyman saw how much he was ostracized.