American Goldfinch

Well things were looking up in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A nice couple were looking to nest somewhere. the Face of Everyman recommended a fir tree close at hand. He tried to make them feel welcome.

Here it was the first day of Brides Month and Apollo hadn’t even met anyone. “Was he at the wrong resort?” “Did everybody go on to Canada?” the Face of Everyman didn’t respond. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was still a good place to hangout for the Summer.

Daxton was on “speed dating” and didn’t want a lot of chit chat. First names was a good start for any romance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman offered couples counselling if needeed.

Preston looked high and low for any sign of his breed. Was he early or late in his migration? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa looked the same as last year. Where were all the others? the Face of Everyman was busy catching rays and was oblivious to his plight

At last, thought the Face of Everyman, some males in full display. Summer in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed assured.

“Holy Moly.” cried the little songbird. “Are you a Vulture?” Strange things are seen in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just ask the Face of Everyman.

Bosworth sensed that he was no match for the competition. Maybe he’d just head North along the Pacific flyway. the Face of Everyman urged him to remain and nest in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. There was room for all; even those second best at courting.

the Face of Everyman held his breath; would this golden creature stay around and raise a family? He dare not ask. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was ready to receive any guest.

It was with a sigh of relief that the Face of Everyman welcomed the first of the migrating hoard of songbirds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would soon be filled with the sound of males defending their territory.