American Goldfinch

Bobby was leaving no stone unturned in pursuit of love in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman resented him looking under his skirt.

Barney was becoming anxious about this season’s breeding. “Had the ladies all flown on to Canada?” he pondered. There was hardly another wild canary in all of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman feared lost revenue.

Larry and Perry were worried that they would miss out on nest building this year. Few females had shown up at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Perry kept checking his cap to make sure it was on straight. the Face of Everyman had lingering doubts about migration patterns this late in the season. Perhaps we are too far off the Pacific Flyway?

Delbert concentrated on making a bird’s eye view of the venerable sage as he slept in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was unaware that his photo was being taken.

Alfi felt alone. Not a single member of his flock had been seen this past week in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman chalked it up to food choices. Better Nyger seed elsewhere.

The patio furniture was freshly pressure washed. The smell of cedar filled the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Pedro got nostalgic about his birthing spot on Vancouver Island, BC. Rather than lose a guest the Face of Everyman offered him a reduced nesting rate.

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.