American Goldfinch

The guidebook said that the Males should be here by now. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a little off of the Pacific Flyway, but not that hard to find. the Face of Everyman suggested that the Ladies look behind them.

Was this the mythical Albino so often whispered about? Or was it just an over exposure by an antique camera; well past its prime guarding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman shared the image with the Audubon Society for verification.

These guys are the advanced party looking for prime nesting spots. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa opened up a whole new world to them. Yet, Ashcroft argued that they should push on to Canada. the Face of Everyman was sorry to see them go.

the Face of Everyman held his breath, was this scrawny little bird the first American Goldfinch to return to the summer breeding grounds? It turned out that he and a handful of others had ridden a fast-moving Warm Front North. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was an excellent place to ride out the impending storm.

There was only one entry for the walking on water contest at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Mabel made a valiant try but it wasn’t going to happen. the Face of Everyman made a note to import lily pads for next year’s contest.

It all started when they decided to investigate superstitions: Three on a match, Friday the 13th, Black Cats, Walk under a ladder, Step on a crack … Where to start? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t lend itself to strict laboratory investigatory procedures. They’d ask the Face of Everyman after his nap.

See No Evil, Speak No Evil and Hear No Evil were confused; had they at last reached Nirvana. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was as close to enlightment as Songbirds could achieve. the Face of Everyman had been there and back.