Northwestern Crow

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.

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.