When your feathers are matted with sticky salt water, wet sand, and pieces of broken seaweed, there is only one sensible thing to do – take a very thorough bath in fresh, flowing water, at your earliest possible convenience.

Luckily for Algy, several burns run through the sand dunes and across the beach, carrying the rainwater down from the hills to the sea. So he didn’t have to travel very far before he could wash himself clean – and of course getting one’s feathers blown dry is rarely a problem in the perpetually windy West Highlands…

Algy hopes that this will answer most of his friend heterotopian’s questions :))

Have a lovely weekend, everybody, and try not to get caught by a wave! xoxo


This is the sound which Algy heard as he perched on a wee rock in a moorland burn on a beautiful November Sunday afternoon.