Grainy security camera images revealed that an Owl had landed nearby in the vast canopy of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman asked if it had been determined if the intruder was a Great Horned or a Barred Owl. Each known to kill a large range of prey. A team was sent at dawn to search for pellets and reconstruct the food consumed. Unsubstantiated rumors of Snowy Owl sightings had everyone on the alert.
Make Over
Christine constantly checked her hair, make up and signs of new lines or sagging. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the best plastic surgeon in the area. She was here to see if she was a good candidate for a make over. the Face of Everyman had his own heartbreak concerning his face and the scars left behind after his surgery. He tried to dis-way her; but, all for naught.
Happy New Year
Raphael tried to waken the Face of Everyman to wish him a Happy New Year. Alas, the party had started and ended hours ago. The entire Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa got to watch the gala events play out in New York City. The Times Square ball dropping as viewed on the Jumbotron, was spectacular. Security Forces quickly cleared the viewing area and sent folks off to roost. The venerable sage slept till almost noon.
Festivities
Members of the elite met to choose a password for entrance to the Bohemian Thicket for the New Year’s festivities at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The chairman could hardly hold the attention of the members long enough to reach a conclusion. Finally he gaveled out the meeting. It would serve them right. Robins don’t stay up late; they are early risers. the Face of Everyman regretted the income lost from not hosting such a prestigious group.
Greed
Greed and Sloth contributed to this six pigeon pile up on I-5. There were no injuries but several participants were taken to the clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; checked and released. the Face of Everyman added that the sense of entitlement was also a contributing factor. The venerable sage had little respect for these greedy free loaders. 
NFL Football
It was prime time NFL Sunday football. the Face of Everyman was torn as to how to wager. This era he was a SeaHawk fan. In 20 million years he would be in 49er territory. He wagers were part of his “permanent record”. Could he then pass himself off as a ’49er gold seeker? Would it matter to his critics that he was a founding father of “E Clampus Vitus?” He hedged and phoned in a second bet using his street name: Black Rock.
Horoscopes
With the New Year approaching folks in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an eye on the future. Concerned clients wanted a new horoscope cast for the year 2020. With the number of requests he had been receiving the Face of Everyman was glad that he had given up using fresh chicken entrails. The alignment of the stars offered a much cleaner and more readable casting. 
Boxing Day
Rupert had an overwhelming sense of guilt. Yesterday was Boxing Day and he had failed to perform even the simplest of rituals. He considered for a moment how he might redeem himself. Alas, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was not a place that lent itself to gift box or alms giving. the Face of Everyman tried to assuage Rupert’s feelings by suggesting he give a talk about what this unique holiday meant to him; or something.
Dark Days
It was back to the drawing board for the Face of Everyman. His attempts at making the first solar powered bird were not achieving his goals. He had carefully read every “Tom Swift and his Electric _____” book in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa library and it was clear that he was close. It came down to solar energy from the Sun. This week this faraway outpost on the Pacific Flyway recorded the darkest day ever in historical records. The venerable sage postponed further test until after the Spring Equinox. 
Empathy
Johnny Dark Eyes was a bit suspicious of the couple next to him; their markings looked strange. Only a handful of songbirds wintered over at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Off season was the best time for the Face of Everyman to replenish the free nesting materials bin. Turns out those folks missed the last bus to Mexico weeks ago. Johnny wanted to start a Go Fund Me page for them but thought better of it. But, he had empathy.
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