The Joys of Spring

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It was the last day of March, and after a dismally grey week the sun had finally decided to shine and the sky had turned a brilliant blue… just for one day…

Algy felt full of the joys of spring, even though the temperature in the clear, fresh air was just a few degrees above freezing. He fluttered about excitedly from tree to tree, looking at all the fresh new buds emerging and listening to the other birds chattering happily around him; everything was coming back to life once again… High overhead in the bright blue sky a skylark was singing a glorious song, and very soon Algy started to sing out loud too, albeit not quite so melodiously as his wonderfully tuneful friend above…

Algy Sings in the Rain

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And so, despite the miserable weather, Algy spent a happy afternoon singing in the rain, looking forward steadfastly to the coming spring 🙂

If you would like to know what Algy was singing, it is revealed in his previous post.

Algy sends you all lots of rather damp, but indomitably fluffy, Happy Sunday hugs xoxo

Beyond the Blue Horizon…

It was a typical West Highland winter day: the cloud lay leaden on the hills like an enormous wet blanket, and rain mixed with icy sleet had been falling continuously since the night before. Around about noon, Algy perched in a sleeping cherry tree and gazed at the dull grey sky. Despite the dismal weather, the days were getting noticeably longer and the smaller birds were starting to sing from time to time. So Algy lifted up his own dripping head, took a deep, damp breath, and started to sing too…

…On, on from darkness into dawn,
From rain into the rainbow, fly with me.
Gone, gone all my grief and woe,
What matter where I go if I am free?

Beyond the blue horizon
Waits a beautiful day,
Goodbye to things that bore me,
Joy is waiting for me!
I see a new horizon,
My life has only begun,
Beyond the blue horizon
Lies a rising sun.

Algy hopes that whatever the conditions in your part of the world, you will have a happy and peaceful weekend, and will lift up your head and sing 🙂

[Algy is singing a very old song, Beyond the Blue Horizon, from the film Monte Carlo made almost 90 years ago, starring Jeanette MacDonald. Sadly, Algy was not able to find a video clip on YouTube (no doubt owing to copyright restrictions), but he found this audio recording from 1930.]

It was a typical West Highland winter day: the cloud lay leaden on the hills like an enormous wet blanket, and rain mixed with icy sleet had been falling continuously since the night before. Around about noon, Algy perched in a sleeping cherry tree and gazed at the dull grey sky. Despite the dismal weather, the days were getting noticeably longer and the smaller birds were starting to sing from time to time. So Algy lifted up his own dripping head, took a deep, damp breath, and started to sing too…

…On, on from darkness into dawn,
From rain into the rainbow, fly with me.
Gone, gone all my grief and woe,
What matter where I go if I am free?

Beyond the blue horizon
Waits a beautiful day,
Goodbye to things that bore me,
Joy is waiting for me!
I see a new horizon,
My life has only begun,
Beyond the blue horizon
Lies a rising sun.

Algy hopes that whatever the conditions in your part of the world, you will have a happy and peaceful weekend, and will lift up your head and sing 🙂

[Algy is singing a very old song, Beyond the Blue Horizon, from the film Monte Carlo made almost 90 years ago, starring Jeanette MacDonald. Sadly, Algy was not able to find a video clip on YouTube (no doubt owing to copyright restrictions), but he found this audio recording from 1930.]

The hours of daylight were growing rapidly shorter now, and by the late afternoon it was pitch dark. As dusk fell in the forest at the end of another brief day, the robin started to sing his evening melody, so Algy hopped up onto the mosy, upturned roots of a fallen tree, and joined him in a forest lullaby…

Algy flew into the old oak wood and found himself a perch among the leaves of a massive Atlantic Oak. The trees were all dressed in their finest spring green, and the leaves rustled gently in the breeze. Before long a robin started singing from another branch nearby, and so Algy happily joined in the annual song of the ancient woodland…

Yesterday was the first – and perhaps the only – sunny day of early spring in the West Highlands, and Algy wasted no time in taking advantage of it. He flew out to the headland and perched in an ancient, storm-torn elder bush. The air was cool but the sun was bright, and the sky was remarkably blue. Algy’s spirits were flying high, and so he started singing his repertoire of Bob Dylan songs, to illustrate his answers to the Song Title Tagging Game… Of course, there was no-one around to listen to him, but perhaps that was just as well 🙂

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Submission Selfie Sunday

Meine lieben Freunde, I respectfully submit my photograph for your Sunday Selfies series – a PWS exclusive image of me singing to the January moon. With the fluffiest regards, Algy 🙂

Thank you for your fantastic submission, Algy! We love it!

PWS – Photos Worth Seeing

Today Algy made a special appearance on PWS – thank you PWS!

Algy was singing his favourite lullaby to the moon – in German, especially for the sake of his friend Jürgen who founded PWS, and who has several lovely young grandchildren who need singing to sleep 🙂

          Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht,
          mit Näglein besteckt, schlüpf unter die Deck:
          Morgen früh, wenn gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt,
          morgen früh, wenn gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.

          Guten Abend gute Nacht, von Englein bewacht,
          die zeigen im traum dir Christkindleins Baum:
          Schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies,
          schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies.

Listen to this lovely recording of Wiegenlied, “Brahm’s Lullaby” sung by Anne Sofie von Otter, who Algy has to admit has a much more beautiful voice than his own 🙂

It was an exceedingly grey, soggy sort of day, but Algy was in very high spirits because his old friend had gone home from the hospital today and was even able to walk up the stairs! His friend was resting in bed again just now, and Algy knew that he would have many challenges ahead on his road to recovery, but he was already making excellent progress. So Algy flew up into his tree and sang a celebratory song in the mist, right at the top of his voice so that his old friend would be able to hear him, many, many miles away.

Algy’s old friend has asked him to tell you all how deeply touched he has been by your kind thoughts and wishes from around the world. It has been a great help to him at this difficult time, and enormously encouraging and heartwarming. Thank you all very much :)) xx

Inside the big, dark shed, Mrs. Blackbird was sitting on the nest which her husband had built for her in the top of a wee basket on a shelf. Meanwhile, her husband sang all day long at the top of Algy’s tree, to make sure that everyone knew what a fine fellow he was. Algy flew up to join him, and to listen to the song.