It was summer holiday time in Algy’s wee corner of the West Highlands, and there were far more humans than usual milling about… and far more vehicles coming and going. Algy was a wee bit uncertain whether all of the visitors liked fluffy birds. (Perhaps some of them were landscape photographers!) So he tucked himself into a secluded corner, and kept a wary eye on what was going on.

If you are going on holiday this summer, Algy hopes that you will have a wonderful time. He says please be kind to the local wildlife 🙂


It stopped raining for a while, and the sun put in a brief appearance, so Algy decided to seize the opportunity to practise his camouflage techniques in the hay field, just in case any unfriendly landscape photographers should happen to pass by …

But Algy found that fluffy white birds with bright yellow hair just don’t seem to blend in with that kind of environment very well. So he decided that he would simply have to hope for the best, and in the meantime he would enjoy sitting quietly among all the different grasses and wildflowers.

Algy was deeply touched by the support and messages he received from so many Tumblr friends yesterday. He loves you too, and thanks you all very much indeed 🙂 He sends lots of extra fluffy hugs to you all xx

The Scotch mist swept back in from the sea, and it rained all day … and it rained all night. And then it kept on raining, with a stiff south-westerly driving the water horizontally across the land. There was no chance of staying dry, so Algy found himself a perch with a good view of the hay field. He was fascinated by the perpetual motion of the rippling grasses, with each gust of wind setting off a new wave. It reminded Algy of a silly song …

          This little ripple had rhythm
          And the other little ripple had none
          So all day through
          And all night too
          He kept on singing
          Boo-boo-ley-doop, Boo-boo-ley-doop, Boo-boo-ley-doop …

So for everyone who is feeling too hot, or who just needs cheering up with a wee bit of nonsense, Algy offers you This Little Ripple had Rhythm by Shep Fields and His Rippling Rhythm Orchestra, and the watery animation that accompanies it in the old movie The Big Broadcast of 1938.

Algy dedicates this post especially to all his friends who are suffering from the heatwave currently affecting the western parts of North America. He hopes that this may help you feel slightly cooler. If he could send you some of this cold, wet weather, he would!

It was altogether too cold on the seashore, so Algy retreated to a more sheltered spot. The wind and rain had been battering the long grasses and wildflowers all weekend, leaving hollows which were just perfect for a fluffy bird to snuggle down into. Algy settled down to watch the gentle dance of the daisies:

          See, the grass is full of stars,
          Fallen in their brightness;
          Hearts they have of shining gold,
          Rays of shining whiteness.

          Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
          Bees they love the clover,
          But I love the daisies’ dance
          All the meadow over.

          Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
          Singing summer’s praises,
          Up the field and down the field
          A-dancing with the daisies.

[Algy is quoting the poem Daisy Time by the early 20th century Canadian poet Marjorie Pickthall.]

Algy decided that it was time to explore the peat bogs. Around midsummer these wee West Highland wetlands put on all their finery and burst into flower. But even a fluffy bird has to go carefully in this environment, as the grassy tussocks are interspersed with deep concealed pools, and ground which looks solid may suddenly soak you up like a sponge.

So Algy made his way gingerly into the bog and found a safe tussock to rest on beside a patch of cotton grass, which he loves especially as it is as fluffy as he is 🙂  He sat there happily in the hazy sunshine, studying the lovely pink flowers of the Ragged Robin all around him.