In his latest scientific paper to be presented this Fall in Oslo, the Face of Everyman showed the correlation between the phenomenal rise in population of pigeons and rats to the dearth of owls and raptors in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage knew that this phase was cyclical; but, it was painful nonetheless.


Carlisle was a budding thespian. All he wanted was a chance in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer stock theater. A walk-on with one line; like Bogey: “Tennis anyone?” the Face of Everyman tried to think of something he could use him in. A tableau vivant immediately came to mind: “St. George slaying the dragon.” He scheduled dress rehearsal for this afternoon.


The scent of fermenting bird seed was too much of a lure for little Chutney. She left the safety of the under story of the vast Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa forest to forage. Despite owls, crows, cats and raccoons the heady scents drove her forward. the Face of Everyman sleepily gave words of caution before drifting off to sleep again.

Second Date

Their second date went much the same as the first. Pricilla waited by the Cabana huts while her new beau sought out choice pieces of nuts and fruit. It seems that cold wet weather couldn’t repress love at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was constantly amazed.

Dinner Date

Bennie had waited weeks before asking Priscilla out on a date. What could be more perfect than Thanksgiving leftovers at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa: seeds, nuts and fruit in bite sized portions lightly soaked in rain water? the Face of Everyman could tell that Priscilla was pleased. The venerable saga had a new fondness for rodents.


Cecil wasn’t one to complain but it was becoming harder to forage since the Face of Everyman had stopped feeding the songbirds. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was lush with vegetation; but when folks got used to free handouts hunting and gathering seemed too much like work. The venerable sage countered Cecil’s complaints with news that Coyote sightings were getting more common as well visits by several cats. “A word to the wise . . .”

Owl Bait

Not everybody wanted to be in the picture. Lingering about any longer made them sure fire targets for the Owls, Cats and Coyotes. As the rain began to fall throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, the Face of Everyman snapped the shot. It was one of the worst he had ever taken: no composure, bad lighting, and the dreaded red eye.


Security cameras alerted the folks sheltered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that their food stuffs were again under attack by that dastardly gang: the North Sound Roof Runners. Seen above is Reynaldo, a recent champion at the European Parkour trials. He seems caught between two unsure moves. Can he return to the tree and start over? The camera failed to record his final choice.


For years Wesley had heard rumors of a stone idol worshiped by the songbirds known as the Face of Everyman and incidentally the general manager of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could this be him? What proof could he take back to civilization to confirm his dangerous exploit? Alas, who would believe him?


The Owl Hot Line had been busy for over an hour as this rodent was allowed to cavort about the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa unfettered.  In his immortal words the Face of Everyman lamented,There was never an Owl around when you needed one.”IMG_0250