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.]