When Algy woke the next morning, the forest was full of filtered sunlight and everything seemed normal again – at least, as normal as it could be in such an odd environment. He fluttered over to a drier mound of moss beneath a massive tree, and listened to all the soft sounds around him. A robin was singing somewhere among the trees in the distance, and other little birds were fluttering about among the branches. All was well with the world after all 🙂
When Algy woke the next morning, the forest was full of filtered sunlight and everything seemed normal again – at least, as normal as it could be in such an odd environment. He fluttered over to a drier mound of moss beneath a massive tree, and listened to all the soft sounds around him. A robin was singing somewhere among the trees in the distance, and other little birds were fluttering about among the branches. All was well with the world after all 🙂
At the lower levels in the heart of the forest, water gathered in dark pools surrounded by strange mounds of bright green moss. The soft mounds were comfortable to sit upon, but disconcertingly odd, and when Algy looked out of the corner of his eye, he had the feeling that unnatural lights were flickering on and off in the depths of the black water. It was almost Halloween, and he wondered whether he was really wise to spend the night in the forest…
At the lower levels in the heart of the forest, water gathered in dark pools surrounded by strange mounds of bright green moss. The soft mounds were comfortable to sit upon, but disconcertingly odd, and when Algy looked out of the corner of his eye, he had the feeling that unnatural lights were flickering on and off in the depths of the black water. It was almost Halloween, and he wondered whether he was really wise to spend the night in the forest…
It was time to leave the beautiful woodlands by the river, so Algy began to make his way home, but the days were much shorter now, and he could not manage to fly all the way before night fell. He decided to rest for a while in the forest which clothed the steep hillside near the deep, dark loch. It was dark in the forest too, even during the day, as the tall trees blocked out much of the light, but Algy was not afraid. He knew that there could be no darkness without light, and sure enough, here and there, patches of bright sunlight filtered through the crowded branches to the forest floor. Settling himself down on a bed of soft moss, Algy drowsily watched the changing patchwork of light through the trees until he fell asleep…
Submission Selfie Sunday
Ooooops… Camouflage Fail Again!
Happy Selfie Sunday everybody 🙂
And lots of extra special fluffy hugs for all Algy’s hardworking friends at PWS xoxo
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Thank you for your fluffy selfie submission, Algy! Actually we are happy that the camouflage failed, because so we can see you. We love it!
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Algy sends his fluffiest thanks to his amazing friends at PWS @photosworthseeing for another wonderful Selfie Sunday xo
Algy moved to another part of the woodland, so that he could watch the tumbling burn from above. He found a mossy spot where he could lean back against the trunk of a tree, and gazed at the falling water below him. Everything was hushed and still in the wood, except for the constant trickling sound of the burn.
The big storm had passed, and although there was still a brisk west wind, the persistent rain had moved away, leaving only squally showers in its wake. Algy found himself a comfortable perch on a mossy rock and fluffed up his feathers. It was distinctly chilly, but the colours of the woodland floor in autumn made him feel warm again 🙂
Algy hopes you will all enjoy a warm and cosy Sunday xoxo
As the afternoon wore on, and the sun sank low in the sky, Algy looked for a soft place where he could rest. There were many fallen trees in the ancient woods, which provided all kinds of cosy homes and perches for creatures great and small, so it wasn’t long before Algy found himself a luxurious bed for the night.
Leaning back on the deep, springy cushion of moss, Algy thought of all the wonderful friends who had been helping him in so many ways with his crowdfunding campaign. He felt amazed and thrilled by the amount of encouragement and support which he had already received, and profoundly grateful that so many people around the world should be interested in the fortunes of a silly, fluffy bird.
So Algy would like to offer this sonnet to everyone who has left kind notes, sent encouraging messages and good wishes, reblogged his campaign posts, or who has generously made a financial contribution – and to all those who intend to do any of these things :-)))
         I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
         With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
         When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,
         Less for the gifts than for the love you send,
         Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;
         If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,
         And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,
         Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,
         Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
         And am I flattered by my own affection?
         But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced
         Something above a short-lived predilection,
         And which, for that I know no dearer name,
         I designate as love, without love’s flame.
Algy thanks you, kind and best beloved friends :-)) He loves you all, and sends every one of you huge wingfuls of fluffy hugs xoxoxoxo
[Algy is quoting the Sonnet I Thank You by the 19th century American poet Henry Timrod.]
Algy decided to investigate the forest behind his back, so he turned away from the great loch for a while and flew in under the trees. Here the tree trunks grew straight and tall, and very close together in places. The forest floor was mossy and soft, but surprisingly dark. Just a wee bit further on, Algy could see a bright, sunlit clearing, full of flowers and light, but in the permanent twilight beneath the trees everything was hushed and calm. He perched for a while on an old log, listening attentively to the quiet rustling of the tree tops high above him and the tiny sounds of unseen insects scuttling about among the old leaves which covered the ground. It was certainly pleasant to rest quietly in the dimmed stillness of the forest before venturing out into the dazzling light beyond.
The Adventures of Algy 