Algy lay on the sand, singing the seashell song, and gazing at the scene in front of him. He loved the shimmering cloud reflections on the sea, and the way that the coloured winkle shells always seemed to collect in a line across this particular beach, creating an ever-changing band of red, orange and yellow across the sand.

Algy decided that although it was often very hard work – and the weather was frequently dreadful – on the whole, the life of a fluffy bird in the West Highlands of Scotland was a good one 🙂