Departure

Changes in the weather along the Pacific flyway caused Larson to pack up the family and head south for the winter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa hosted many Summer breeders and dwellers. the Face of Everyman was sorry to see such a faithful tenant leave.

Ink

the Face of Everyman couldn’t recall there being a tattoo parlor in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but he was willing to let this guy set up shop over the Memorial Day weekend. “What next?” thought the venerable sage. “A Hoochie Coochie show?”

Fake News

Grobian was the first to comment on the mis-alignment of the venerable sage. Historically the Face of Everyman was oriented to face the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa security camera. This morning guests found him to be “askew”. It would be Tuesday before a crew could right this historic visage. Fake News blamed street protesters for this dastardly crime.

Tough Choice

The tattered and worn Audubon Guide seemed of little use to the Face of Everyman as he tried to ID new arrivals to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. At last, the mind of the venerable sage settled upon Black-headed Grosbeak. He thought of calling his Mom; but, thought better of it. He felt proud to be able to make this choice alone.

Mendicant

The colorful multi-lingual handbills tacked up at feeding stations along the flyway described the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with glowing words.  Many were merely buzz words: paradise, organic forage, remote, banana-belt, safe surroundings.  Dante was tired of his  hand-to-mouth existence; it was time to settle down.  the Face of Everyman pointed out a few mature trees that still had spacious rooms at the mid-level branches.  Further, confided the venerable sage, Cherry picking season was soon and primo Sunflowers seeds could be expected in the Fall.