Early morning temps neared the freezing mark which only partially explained Gwendolyn’s frozen beak. The waitstaff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa suggested a quick dip into a cup of hot coffee. the Face of Everyman concurred. It seemed that there was always something going awry, even in paradise. 
Unfettered
The Owl Hot Line had been busy for over an hour as this rodent was allowed to cavort about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa unfettered. In his immortal words the Face of Everyman lamented, “There was never an Owl around when you needed one.”
Forecast
Official off site observers for Groundhogs Day began arriving at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman would have the Jumbotron on and in focus for this annual event. It would be an early wake up call for the five elected observers to insure that there were no shenanigans pulled by the handlers of Punxsutawney Phil. The official line in Vegas was six more weeks.
Weather
Near tropical temps invaded the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. An atmospheric river dominated the weather pattern. Rarely seen guests booked in to the Resort. Eloise had hoped to volunteer for the upcoming census. For now the Face of Everyman felt overwhelmed by the quick shift in demographics. Hopefully, next week’s cold snap would right the imbalance he felt. 
Candidacy
Sheila has stepped out of the shadows of obscurity to announce her candidacy in any up coming election to be held in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman is a bit nonplussed. The school board levy is the only matter to be voted upon anytime soon.
Aggression
By turning his back on a potential adversary Cheeky was signaling to Mr Crow that he would get no fight out of him. Except for aggressive pigeons there was seldom a squabble for food at the bountiful Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was working to develop a set therapies to reduce aggression; but his tests failed repeatedly. 
Worry
With so many new arrivals to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure what quarantine measures should be put in place. The clinic was already swamped with kids needing their shots before school started. Hopefully none of his songbirds had been to China during school break. Avian Flu was next on his worry list.
Bird Count
the Face of Everyman had been absent for the Christmas Bird Count at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so he sheepishly prevailed upon the kindly ol’ pensioner to call the village Audubon Society hot line to report this late arrival. 
UFO
the Face of Everyman had long scoffed at the theory of Aliens and UFOs. His naivete was shattered when a UFO landed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Seems that they had been chartered by a wealthy guest to go back in time to purchase a six-pack of Billy Beer. They apologized for the late hour delivery. 
New Years
the Face of Everyman had celebrated Chinese New Year’s by downing a record number of steam buns and a few tankards of Tsingtao ( 青岛) beer. He awoke to find himself still in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Diaphanous birds circled his head. Had he died and gone to Hard Rock heaven? Was this a prequel or a sequel to his torturous life?
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