Northwestern Crow

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.

Picking thru leftovers hardly seemed worth the effort. The day after Thanksgiving in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was quiet. the Face of Everyman was still full from yesterday’s sumptuous repast.

The Crow Family always liked having their picture taken. Seen above pausing between mouthfuls of seed provided by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman appreciated good tenants.

There seemed no end to the egotists that wanted to memorialize their trophy. Eddie was satisfied with his catch of kernel corn, an uncommon foodstuff in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman obliged him with one 5 X 8 black and white.

Albert posed for his trophy photo. He was sure to win this year’s contest. the Face of Everyman almost assured him of his victory. On the other hand, the pristine waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa began to become fouled.