It was a perfectly gorgeous October day, and both the sea and the sky were a deep, deep blue. Days like this were few indeed, so Algy decided to fly over to his favourite lookout point on the peninsula. In Algy’s opinion, the view from this particular place was the most beautiful as well as the most expansive in the area, and despite the fresh northerly wind – to which it was uncomfortably exposed – he just loved to perch in this spot and gaze out across the sea towards the many islands and the mountains of the mainland in the distance. There always seemed to be more space here than in any other place, not to mention an abundance of fresh air, and even when the bitter wind send a chill shivering through his feathers, Algy was reluctant to tear himself away…

Algy hopes that you will all have a truly beautiful day today 🙂

After his adventure with the magic toadstool, Algy felt in need of a nice long drink of fresh water, so he flew to a wee woodland pool that he knew, at the foot of a waterfall that tumbled down the hillside through the trees. It was very peaceful perching on a rock by the water, and he rested there for some time, just listening to the water and watching the flickering patches of light that filtered through the trees.

Night was falling. Algy was feeling a little less dizzy now, so he decided to start making his way home before it got too dark to see his way. Turning his back on the great sea loch, he flew quickly through the long pass, and down onto the shores of the quiet loch. A new moon was slowly sinking into the last remains of the sunset, and everything was calm. It was an unusually beautiful evening…

Algy moved to a perch in the bushes by the shore of the loch, and gazed into the fading sunset. Although he was no longer spinning, the world still seemed to look a wee bit strange, but the effect was very pretty, so Algy just sat back and enjoyed the show 🙂

Algy came down to earth with a sudden bump, landing flat on his tail feathers… on a prickly bramble. He was very relieved that the spinning had stopped at last, but where had the forest gone? And didn’t the world look a wee bit strange? There was something slightly unusual about the colours, maybe…

The forest floor was covered in a deep carpet of mosses, ferns, and small leafy plants, as well as some straggly grasses and broken twigs, and there were many cushioned perches available for a fluffy bird. But the plants were shimmering with a strange and slighly unnatural glow that puzzled Algy, as they grew so far below the sunlight, which only filtered through the canopy high above them in places where the trees were not too dense.

Algy moved to south-facing spot, where he could watch the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy; it made a pretty pattern of shadow and soft light. Although it was mid-October, everything was still very green, but the forest was hushed, and there was little sound except the inevitable trickling of a burn, hidden by the trees, and the occasional singing of a robin, staking his autumn claim to his woodland territory.