Eurasian collared Dove

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.

Natacha ate only after those hooligan Crows had left with full bellies. That was the hierarchy here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried to nap now that things had quieted down.

Like many great performers Natsha was shy. She seldom visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman considered himself lucky when he caught a brief glimpse of her.

The winter ballet season has begun with startling stage presence of Claudine at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman always enjoyed these events.

The Winter ballet season was about begin with Natasha in the starring roles. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa dance troupe had yet to rehearse or even practice. This was cause for alarm for the Face of Everyman; he had a complete sell out of tickets.

Then there was Charlotta with her constant demands for something. Now she wanted a front row seat at the New Year’s count down at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman always overbooked these events so that there was a big crowd. He was happy to give her the seventh ticket for the same seat. “First come, first served” He always said.

Natasha got flooded out and needed a dry place to roost. In advance of the storm, most roosts were already booked in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but, the Face of Everyman always had a few choice spots for good customers. She cooed her appreciation.

Gale force winds blew all night. Refugees became stranded at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman scattered an extra portion of grain to feed the new arrivals.