Eurasian collared Dove

Ashley tried everything she could to stop her head-long flight into the Face of Everyman. Newbie flyers were showing up everywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Elle stared at the camera not sure what to do next. Security remained tight after the toppling of The Goddess. Was she a suspect she asked the Face of Everyman. She tried not to worry as things seemed quiet for now in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

This bird was expanding its territory and becoming more accustomed to eating amongst songbirds and Crows. the Face of Everyman didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. Time would tell. There was room for everyone at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

For a brief moment Natacha appeared at the edge of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She was gone in a flash before the Face of Everyman could ask if she would dance in his summer ballet.

Boris and Natasha dropped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to show off their baby son Stanislav. the Face of Everyman wondered how long it would be before he was asked to babysit.

It saddened the Face of Everyman to see the great ballerina Natasha pecking thru the scraps of bird food meant for the lowly songbird. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa owed her much more.

There were rumors of snow and freezing temperatures. Natasha needed a warm roost for the remaindered of the week. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was her only option. the Face of Everyman was glad he could accommodate.

Natasha had returned to dance Swan Lake in the Face of Everyman’s winter production. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had the finest ballet troupe this side of Denver. The venerable sage was ecstatic, a rare condition for a lump of basalt.

Natsha brought her fledgling to meet the Face of Everyman. It was the thing to do at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The child seemed awkward.