It was with mixed emotion that the Face of Everyman noted that the pigeon flock was getting smaller. He and management at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been forced to put up with their scavenging.
Now, with fewer mouths to feed it didn’t seem like such a burden. He knew that in the Spring they’d be back in force.


Fitzhugh was uneasy. Even tho the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa welcomed all manner of beings, some factions often exerted themselves and took turf control. Seen above, using non-verbal communication, the Crows formed a gauntlet directing Fitzhugh’s exit. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as how to rectify this injustice.


The Pigeon Colony pressed their demands for better food to be served at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman felt pangs of claustrophobia sweep over him as large feathered bodies closed in ever tighter. The venerable sage vowed not to surrender even as the last rays of sunlight were blotted out.

Touch Up

Mavis had booked into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to have her hi-lites renewed. Unfortunately shipments of products used in such tonsorial treatments had been outlawed by the Bureau of Customs and Agriculture. the Face of Everyman was working to find a new all natural substitute. It may take months of experimental testing before he achieved a product that he would label with his name and likeliness.


It was the reincarnation of Billy Sunday and the Face of Everyman could just feel the looks pointed at him as the sermon hammered away at the sins of Prohibition. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa welcomed circuit riders but their messages of sin and sinners, often hit too close to home for the venerable sage.


It was census time for the pigeon population of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their numbers had increased three fold since early Spring. Even with this remarkable recovery they would remain on the endangered species list. They had strong representation in every capital in the land. the Face of Everyman resigned himself. They would remain a thorn in his side.


The 3rd quarter budget planning session was turning contentious when the Face of Everyman asked for an increase in the line item for feeding feral pigeons. He produced this unedited photo that showed an increase in population. Heretofore there had been only five or six freeloaders but now, clearly ten. Ipso facto . . .


This would have to be labeled an anomaly. the face of Everyman had to report a gain in the pigeon census. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa now seemed to be attracting the riffraff. The venerable sage could only assume that this addition was a casual encounter and a count closer to five or six would be in his next report.

Baby Huey

Baby Huey did not want to get out of the water. The waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were most soothing and beneficial. He was intransigent; that is until Mom showed up and insisted that he leave. the Face of Everyman sighed a sigh of relief. Birds that big usually sat on his face while toweling off.


Each full moon the Face of Everyman called in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa bird count. He was especially pleased to report a reduction in numbers of two pigeon. Alas, he knew that these scavengers would always remain a thorn in his side.