As the sun began to rise there seemed no place someone could get warm. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lent itself to an early freeze. At Leroy’s feet a thin layer of ice formed. the Face of Everyman couldn’t recall that happening since 1890. Yikes!


The kindly ol’ pensioner soon heard from one of his Foreign Correspondents, an avid birdwatcher in far off Paris.  It seems that the venerable sage and the “k ol’ p” had been too quick in their identification of this visitor. What might be thought of as subtle markings by some, were in fact, to the trained eye obvious and key to the correct identification of this sub species of Jay.  Hopefully, dear gentle readers and followers the level of Blogger accuracy will improve even in this remote part of the Pacific flyway.