Algy perched near the top of a tall spruce tree in the wee wood, and gazed at the moon as she sank down through the spiky branches. He wondered whether – if he flew fast enough – he could catch her before she fell behind the dark hill beyond the trees…

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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 🙂

Unlike singers of the St. Louis Blues, Algy just loves to see the evening sun go down 🙂  On fine evenings around midsummer Algy spends hours in his tree, just watching as the sun sinks below the horizon and the sky and sea begin to glow.

It was getting late in the day, and Algy had not yet reached his destination for the night, but the sky looked so interesting that he felt he really must pause for a while, and watch the clouds.