Fall Rains

Heavy Fall rains brought the Robins back to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to forage for the succulent worms that perhaps could be found only in this remote region of the Pacific flyway.  the Face of Everyman resumed his export mail order business shipping up to six crates a week of his signature brand Olympic Select Worms to Koi farms in the orient where they were the preferred dietary supplement.

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Boo

Preschoolers from the Montetorkie Day Care were invited to carve pumpkins for the Halloween festivities at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman thought that he had provided adequate supervision until . . . until someone realized that little Jimmy knew morse code.

October Rain

A horrific storm struck the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The was no way that the Face of Everyman could find shelter.  Pelting rain and lightning bolts scared the bejeebers out of everybody.

It rained and it rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained
And when the tracks were simply bogs
It started raining cats and dogs

After a drought of half an hour
We had a most refreshing shower
And then the most curious thing of all
A gentle rain began to fall

Next day was also fairly dry
Save for the deluge from the sky
Which wetted the party to the skin
And after that the rain set in

— Anonymous tramper, 1984

Field Trials

TULA, guardian of the manor house, returned from Miss Thistlewaite’s obedience school for elderly cats.  She immediately forgot ever skill that she had acquired except one: Pointing.  As a “practical joke”  the Face of Everyman signed Tula up for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Sportsmen Club field trials.  No one was more surprised than her mistress when Tula was awarded a second prize and ribbon.  She could of easily taken the First from the English Setter and Labrador Retriever, but she was weak in flushing game and retrieving.

Fear

From somewhere deep below the surface of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lagoon a hand reached up and firmly clasped the paw of Trasher.   In that brief moment he recalled every detail of the urban myth of “The Drowning Dutchman”; an early explorer of this perilous rocky coast.  Scenes of being dragged to the depths flashed through Trasher’s mind.  Luckily, as the Face of Everyman later explained, it was probably just a turtle investigating and sampling the new intruder.  Trasher shuddered in fear and revulsion.  The myth lives on in his young mind.

Movie Scouts

Arnie and Bosworth were scouting movie locations for their upcoming Indie film.  They asked tough questions.  Could the Face of Everyman be moved to make room for the Hydroplane chase scenes?  Could the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provide special food for the cast of African Greys and hill Mynas?  Of course, “E” asked to see everyone’s H2B visa.  There was a long pause . . .  Arnie pretended to take a call on his cell.  Bosworth beckoned to the Limo driver.  They were gone by the time Everyman regained his composure.

Scrub-Jay

The kindly ol’ pensioner soon heard from one of his Foreign Correspondents, an avid birdwatcher in far off Paris.  It seems that the venerable sage and the “k ol’ p” had been too quick in their identification of this visitor. What might be thought of as subtle markings by some, were in fact, to the trained eye obvious and key to the correct identification of this sub species of Jay.  Hopefully, dear gentle readers and followers the level of Blogger accuracy will improve even in this remote part of the Pacific flyway.