As soon as his feathers felt dry and fluffy again, Algy moved out of the cold north-easterly wind. Following the example of the local sheep, he tucked himself under a wee bluff where the overhanging peat and heather would provide the shelter he required. In such a spot it felt postively warm in the low February sun, and so he stretched out his legs and leaned back lazily against the crumbling rock, to enjoy an hour or two of winter sunbathing.
As he relaxed in the sun, looking out over the burnt-orange moorland, Algy thought of all his friends in frozen North America who were struggling to cope with endless weeks of snow and ice, and horribly low temperatures. He hopes that the lovely golden colours of his landscape will help you feel a wee bit warmer again!