Algy says we must try to prevent any more scenes like this one.

following two charities work day and night to rescue refugees from the
Mediterranean Sea, and help them recover. In many cases they literally
snatch them out of the water. Please help them save more lives:

Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) – Migrant search and rescue in the Mediterranean Sea

MOAS – Migrant Offshore Aid Station

two charities between them have rescued over 20,000 people from
drowning so far this year – men, women, children and babies. On 2nd
September alone – just one day – MSF rescued 1,658 people, of which 199
were children, including many many toddlers and babies, and 547 were

Like those who have been rescued, Algy was very lucky –
he survived his experience at sea, and found a new life in a new land,
as you can read in his children’s book A Surprisingly Fluffy Bird. But many other stories do not end happily, but in tragedy that could have been prevented.

Algy says please do anything at all that you can to help prevent any more scenes like this one.

Please reblog and share these links.

Yet another young Syrian child has been washed up on a Turkish beach, drowned while trying to reach safety:

Please continue to reblog this post, share the links, and – if you possibly can – make a donation to help these organisations save as many lives as possible. Many charities are providing vital aid to refugees in transit and to displaced people in the countries affected by conflict. Here are some important ones again:

Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) – Migrant search and rescue in the Mediterranean Sea

MOAS – Migrant Offshore Aid Station

Oxfam is providing emergency relief for refugees in Syria, Jordan, Lebanon and for those who have managed to reach Italy:

Oxfam’s response to the refugee crisis

Thank you. Algy sends you all a lot of very fluffy hugs xoxoxo

Algy flew on to his favourite lookout point. At this time of year the terraces of bare rock were provided with dense cushions of grasses and heather, and it looked much more welcoming than in the winter, although it was still the most exposed spot on the headland. He reclined on the grass in the early autumn sunshine, with his back against the warm rock and his hair feathers streaming out in the wind, and began to compose a new song…

It was a fine early autumn afternoon and the wind was blowing from the north, bringing cool, clean air which felt pleasantly fresh and new. Algy thought it was an excellent day to visit his friend Plog, so he flew over to the bog and perched on a grassy tussock beside the blue pool. The grasses had already taken on their autumn tints, in a subtle array of beige, reds, browns, greens and golds. Each single blade of grass now had a coat of many colours, changing from green at the base to gold or russet at the tip. Dragonflies darted here and there, and there were even a few late bees buzzing around happily in the warm sunshine, visiting the low-growing heather that flowered among the rocks and on the drier patches of ground. It was a lovely sight on a golden afternoon, and Algy hoped that the good weather would last a wee bit longer, as the landscape looked so much more beautiful in full colour…

If you don’t know who Plog is, Algy says please check out his book A Surprisingly Fluffy Bird. Plog also plays an important role in Algy’s second book, which is already under way and should be available before Christmas 🙂

There is rarely a dull moment beside the ocean on the wild west coast of the Scottish Highlands, and Algy spends many happy hours just watching the drama of the waves on the rocks and the play of light on the surface of the sea… from a safe perch!

This is a wee bit closer to Algy’s experience on the headland rocks yesterday, although it doesn’t quite convey what it’s actually like to be there. In reality, the noise of the sea was much louder, crashing and booming on the rocks all around, and the noise of the wind was relatively insignificant (except to a built-in camera mic!).

Posted especially for all Algy’s friends who love the sea but don’t get to visit it very often 🙂

[Hand-held video recording with camera shake and plenty of wind noise to add authenticity 🙂 Algy’s assistants couldn’t manage to get the tripod to this remote location, which requires a steep descent (and subsequent ascent) at a remote spot on the headland – unless of course you are a fluffy bird and can fly there…]

p.s. Anyone know how to provide an adequate wind shield for a built-in mic on a still image digital camera?

After a very wet start, Sunday turned into a beautiful early autumn
day, at least for a while. So Algy flew out to the end of the headland,
and spent a very happy afternoon watching the breakers surge in over the
rocks on an unusually high tide.

Algy hopes that you have all been enjoying a happy Sunday afternoon too xoxo

The wind just would not stop blowing, and although Algy wanted to collect shells on the beach, he was feeling terribly sick of sand: sand stuck in his hair, sand all over his face, sand embedded between his fluffy feathers, sand flying everywhere… So he shook himself off again, and moved to the rocks, where there wasn’t any sand to blow about. He discovered a smooth, sheltered hollow where the wind couldn’t reach him, and leaned back against the warm rock, to soak up the last of the late summer sunshine, and listen to the water splashing on the rock and the waves breaking on the beach.

Have a happy, relaxing weekend, everyone xoxo

(Algy apologises for the wind noise on the soundtrack – the same wind that was blowing the sand everywhere – but he thought you might like to hear the sea. He also apologises for the compression artefacts.)

The wind was relentless, and it was blowing sand everywhere. It wasn’t long before Algy’s eyes and beak and feathers and hair were all full of sand, so he shook himself off and retreated to the relative shelter of a clump of Marram grass growing in the middle of the beach. As he dug himself into a sand pocket, he watched the wind fill in the footprints of the sandpipers and other seabirds. It only took a few moments to erase their tracks across the beach, and it reminded Algy of a poem:

The wind stops, the wind begins.
The wind says stop, begin.

A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor.
The shovel changes, the floor changes.

The sandpipers, maybe they know.
Maybe a three-pointed foot can tell.
Maybe the fog moon they fly to, guesses.

The sandpipers cheep “Here” and get away.
Five of them fly and keep together flying.

Night hair of some sea woman
Curls on the sand when the sea leaves
The salt tide without a good-by.

Boxes on the beach are empty.
Shake ‘em and the nails loosen.
They have been somewhere.

[Algy is quoting the poem Sand Scribblings by the 20th century American poet Carl Sandburg.]

It was another sunny day, and Algy thought it would be a good idea to collect some sea shells to decorate his nest, while the weather was still dry and reasonably warm. When he flew down to the beach, however, he discovered that conditions were not quite as pleasant as he had supposed…

The weather was feeling somewhat kinder at last, and although there was a decidedly brisk wind as always, the day was undoubtedly fine. Algy leaned back on the rocks at the edge of his garden and admired the view. On such a day it was not difficult to believe that this was the most beautiful spot in the world, and the equal of any tropical paradise in every respect except climate 🙂