Standing Room

Clearly not everyone was happy with this arrangement. This vast pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was one of the few spots that the various flocks found themselves forced together. Here there was competition for food, water, and space to bathe; and sometimes space to stand. the Face of Everyman was most vocal when someone big sat on his face.

Suet

Here on a blind date; Anthony is concerned about the suet stuck on the end of his beak. He should have foraged among the ants and bugs that proliferated in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman suggested he peck around and maybe the suet would come off.

Not Fair

The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was no different than any place else. When it was little Pronoun’s turn to play King of the Mountain everyone else heard their Mother calling. the Face of Everyman knew it was not his place to comment.

Golf?

Morgan decided to have a yard sale and downsize before migrating south for the winter. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa asked guests to clear out their storage locker by the end of August. the Face of Everyman had his eye on a nice set of golf clubs.

Confounded

Little Pronoun was out exploring the bright new world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman remained confounded by the rapid changes in culture; even here on the this remote section of the Pacific flyway. He was unsure as to how to respond to even a cheery “Hello.”

FIFO

the Face of Everyman was receiving complaints about stale suet blocks set out to feed a mixed variety of guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In truth the venerable sage was trying to use up last year’s stock; applying what he had learned in business school: FIFO

Road Trip

Lily was home at last. Safe in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She’d been on the road as a salesperson selling cemetery plots, cremation plans, urns and mausoleum space for the past six weeks. the Face of Everyman was the first to greet her.

Golf?

Tuppence was an early morning visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After a substantial breakfast a round of golf seemed like a good idea. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure at what hour caddies came to work; but, he assured her she was first to be assigned someone to carry her clubs.