American Goldfinch

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.

The venerable sage couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this an aberration or the proverbial “early bird”? the Face of Everyman thought this a first for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Baby Huey wasn’t sure how he got there but the rising waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began to frighten him. the Face of Everyman asked the age-old question:”Where’s your Mommy?”

Lil’ Squash Blossum forgot to remove her slippers. She’s a bit bemused this morning thought the Face of Everyman. This happens every once in a while, in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Poor Rodney he had trouble selecting a pronoun he could embrace. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t have an LGTBQ+ spokesperson yet, so the Face of Everyman filled the gap.

The Summer crowds were gone. Eloise had two more chapters to read in her summer romance novel and then she would check-out of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman dreaded looking at the books. So few birds had checked in that surely this Summer was a financial loss.