After a day and half of persistent mist and rain, the wind changed and the world took on some colour again. Unfortunately, the wind that drove the clouds away brought icy air from the north, and although the sun was shining cheerfully, the day was a wee bit on the fresh side…

Algy tucked himself down behind a sheltering rock, but in the event it provided rather less protection than he had hoped for. His feathers streamed back across his eyes, so that he couldn’t admire the view, and he had to support himself on his wings to keep from toppling over. But it was a fine, bright day, all the same, and a fluffy bird can’t expect to have everything, can he?

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