Northwestern Crow

Terence practiced his famous kill strike. He’d be ready for the next Sea Gull who tried to steal his food. the Face of Everyman wondered what the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was becoming.

Crenshaw stuffed his beak with cheese rather than let the scavenger steal it. the Face of Everyman was at a loss to thwart these intruders. He would review his options. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed to be a safe haven for songbirds and even crows.

Lance and the Boys discovered that popcorn floated, until it didn’t. the Face of Everyman had repeatedly warned them. He was concerned that the food would spoil the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

Mocking the others, Cresswell held up a morsel for a trophy shot. the Face of Everyman obliged. Thus, the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa continued with this ridiculous contest.

Posing for yet another trophy shot Whipsaw was sure he had a winner. This was one of many contests held throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was not sure that he approved of highly processed foods for birds but, what you gonna’ do.

Christmas never quite made it to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman just couldn’t get into the spirit.

Bootjack pondered much of the unknown. He wondered what his role in life really was. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed much too small a stage. the Face of Everyman felt the same.

Whipsaw posed for another trophy shot. This one, the Face of Everyman judged too small to record. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would continue to host meaningless contests. Something to appeal to all.

Elizabeth was concerned. Her nails were growing longer and longer. A pedicure seemed out of the question at this late date. The Spa staff at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had already flown South. the Face of Everyman suggested she try the salon in the village.