Northwestern Crow

It was the greed of entitlement that caused Dudley to fill his beak to overflowing. Members of his clan in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa usually waited for the eldest to choose first, but not today. the Face of Everyman knew that there would be consequences for his actions.

In a rare show of patience Barlow waited for the pigeons to finish bathing in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After all, these were day old French Fries he hoped to soak. the Face of Everyman was truly amazed.

Herkimer and Jerkimer, the two Crow twins had just fledged at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They examined everything new in their path. the face of Everyman wondered aloud how long these two would remain a pain in the ass?

the Face of Everyman tried to convince the Crow to get off the spout. Plumbing repairs had reached an all-time high in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Raising rents seemed the only option.

Junior had never enjoyed a pretzel. Justice decided that her fledging’s deserved the best the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had to offer. the Face of Everyman watched in admiration.

The bartender ran out of beer nuts; so, he offered pretzels instead. Ozwald carried enough for two. the Face of Everyman was pleased. Civility was once again honored in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.

The dirty little secret about living in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was that it wasn’t safe place to raise a family. the Face of Everyman hoped that that was an egg of a Brown Headed Cow Bird.

A Spa Day was the only thing that mattered after a rigorous Physical Therapy session at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa PT clinic. the Face of Everyman had little faith in exercise of any form.