European Starling

A little intimidation gets you next in line at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman turned a blind eye to some of this behavior.

Mysteriously the waters the pond at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa disappeared. Guests could no longer drink or bathe. the Face of Everyman worried that this might effect his 3 star rating.

As time went on the Face of Everyman kinda liked these guys. Of all the guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa they never once asked for clean towels.

The Starling was miffed; he had missed the Easter egg hunt. “Was there any chocolate left over?” he asked. the Face of Everyman was afraid to respond with the truth. He wasn’t going to share.

Grady had the authority to remove the coveted stars from the rating of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Low pond levels was a sure-fire nonstarter for any resort. the Face of Everyman assured the inspector that water levels would rise soon and to appropriate levels.

A small flock of Gangsters showed up and for once behaved themselves. the Face of Everyman was pleased but wary. He had the reputation of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to uphold.

Few things spoiled the day of the Face of Everyman than the arrival of one of the Gangsters to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. More were sure to follow as smoke from forest fires blanketed the Pacific Flyway.

the face of Everyman thought it odd that this bird visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in such low numbers. Time would tell as Spring became more entrenched in the Pacific Flyway.

As the gangster went down for the third time in the frigid waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa one might have heard the Face of Everyman mutter under his breath: “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.”