Snow was forecast for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Johnny Dark Eyes was granted a brief compassionate parole so that he could check on his Mother’s welfare. the Face of Everyman said that she’d gone south weeks ago. Johnny returned the box of chocolates to the FBRS Bodega for credit on his tab.
Lil’ #Magic was being driven mad by her lack of ability to bring down a songbird. Her glassy stare were ample evidence of her psychosis. the Face of Everyman knew that the simplest solution would be to remove the bell and collar. Alas, to what benefit would it be to allow this avowed killer to run loose in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Remnants of a suet block were set out for the songbirds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. However, as noted by the Face of Everyman, it was Cheeky that got to lick the bowl.
Cheeky wasn’t sure that there was any point in remaining at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had suspended serving the sumptuous buffet due to the recent health scare. Yet, something told him to keep his room key until things could be sorted out.
From far and wide folks stopped by the Face of Everyman seeking assurances that the Jumbotron would be on by game time. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa prided themselves on having the latest in sports equipment.
Johnny Dark-eyes was back. He was astonished that the Kindly ‘ol Pensioner had suspended filling the feeders. Most songbirds had moved on to better forage. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was like a ghost town. the Face of Everyman blamed the pandemic on lack of tourist dollars. He knew that the front office didn’t want excuses; just revenue.
Chauncey had been difficult since birth. Always an obstreperous child; even with the freedoms found in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Now he has decided to not wear a mask; daring those who insist to fly up and put it on him. the Face of Everyman found no one eager to wrestle an angry wet bird.
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.
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