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Although the wee waterfalls in the West Highland woodlands – and the trickling burns – sound very similar to one another, each one has its own distinctive voice, which changes all the time as the supply of water varies.

This is the sound that Algy heard while perching by this wee waterfall.

Algy could hear the distinctive sound of a waterfall nearby, so he flew over to investigate. A vigorous burn was rushing down through the glen with considerable force, roaring over the rocks and stones with a din that filled his ears. Algy was fascinated by the sight of the water surging through the wee gorge it had carved out beneath the overhanging bushes and ferns, but it was hazardous environment for a fluffy bird. Fortunately, there was an old relic of rotting fence jutting out across the rocks beside the waterfall, so he perched on the safe side of the fence post, and held on very tightly, just in case…

Listen to the roar of the burn rushing over the rocks in the glen.

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Listen to the roaring sound of the waterfall that filled Algy’s ears as he perched on an old fence post by the rushing burn in the glen.

As he flew home from the oak woods, Algy paused by the wayside to inspect his own wee waterfall. This miniature water feature only appears when there has been plenty of rain; in dry weather it vanishes entirely, so that a casual passer-by could never guess that it existed. Algy loves to tuck himself in to a sheltered hollow among the grasses and ferns that grow beside a tiny cave which the water has carved out of the rocky hillside over the years. Just as in many grander and more famous water features, the water falls down vertically across the mouth of this cave, like a fascinating, ever-changing curtain which partly obscures the mysteries within.

Algy made himself comfortable, and sat there peacefully for some time. While he gazed at the flickering waterfall and listened to the gentle, trickling sounds that it made, Algy thought how lucky he was to be living in a place where there was a never-ending supply of clean, fresh water – and where it took so many beautiful forms! He thought of all his friends in drier parts of the world, and hoped that the rain would continue to fall wherever it was needed.

Listen to the sound of Algy’s waterfall. Algy hopes that for those of you who need it, the sound will help to encourage the rain :))

It was almost spring now. As Algy watched the water tumbling gently down in front of the tiny cave, he was reminded of a haiku by the Japanese master Isha:

          Early spring –
          stream flows
          toward my door

[Algy is quoting a translation of a haiku by the 18th century Japanese master Kobayashi Issa.]

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Algy’s miniature waterfall makes a constant, gentle trickling sound as it falls down vertically like a delicate curtain in front of the tiny cave, and runs onward down the hillside, through the ferns and grasses.

The Gecko had vanished, and everything seemed normal in the woods again. Algy thought that perhaps his imagination had been playing tricks on him, but then again, he wasn’t quite sure… In any case, he was happy to think that rain was falling on Thierry’s garden now, and the plants would be able to grow lush and green again. As Algy perched on a large branch which had fallen across the burn, he remembered a poem he had once heard:

          I hear leaves drinking rain;
          I hear rich leaves on top
          Giving the poor beneath
          Drop after drop;
          ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
          These green leaves drinking near.

          And when the Sun comes out,
          After this Rain shall stop,
          A wondrous Light will fill
          Each dark, round drop;
          I hope the Sun shines bright;
          ‘Twill be a lovely sight.

[Algy is quoting the poem The Rain by the early 20th century Welsh poet William Henry Davies.]

The sound of the waterfall was so soporific that Algy quickly fell into a reverie. While he dozed, it seemed to him that the Gecko had climbed onto a long branch overhanging the water, and was doing something extraordinary with its remarkable tongue. As the water tumbled down over the rocks, the Gecko was sucking some of it up into the air, where it was quickly transformed into vapours which rose higher and higher into the sky…

… Far, far away, on the other side of the world, massive clouds were beginning to form and, very soon, torrential rain began to fall on a parched land in desperate need of water. Perhaps Thierry’s garden would be saved…

[Catch up with the latest developments in Thierry’s photo-illustrated story of his tropical paradise at thierry-facon.]

Algy moved nearer to the waterfall. He knew that a shortage of water was the key factor behind the disturbances in his friend Thierry’s tropical garden. The Gecko had explained to Thierry that the trees were sending their roots deep down into the Underworld in a desperate search for water, thus allowing disturbed spirits to travel up into the garden. Although Thierry was an expert in water management, there was little he could do when no water was available. The Gecko had recommended the use of a magical musical instrument to help banish the evil spirits, but Algy felt that this might not be enough. Ultimately the plants must have water…

Algy perched on an old broken branch by the waterfall, pondering this problem. There was such a huge quantity of water in the West Highlands, but how could he send it to the other side of the world? As he watched the water jumping and playing in front of him, Algy noticed something very strange. He was convinced that he could see a brightly-coloured gecko fading in and out of sight on a rock beside the water…

[Catch up with Thierry’s photo-illustrated story at thierry-facon.]

One of Algy’s Tumblr friends, Thierry, lives in an exotic location on the other side of the world – a place very different from Algy’s northern home. Recently, Thierry has been reporting a sequence of strange events in his tropical garden. Unlike the gentle mosses and ferns in Algy’s mild environment, Thierry’s plants have grown alarming and dangerous, and now seem to have minds of their own.

Algy was keen to help his friend regain control over the evil plants, so he flew over to the old oak woods, to ponder the matter by an ancient woodland waterfall. The constant flow of the tumbling water in such a peaceful setting can be a great aid to clear thinking and inspiration, and there is much wisdom there …

(You can catch up with Thierry’s story and photos to date at thierry-facon.)

As Algy made his way up the burn, the sky clouded over rapidly: he could see that it would be wise to take cover soon, before he got pelted with hailstones or sleet. Algy had now reached a spot where the ground started rising again, and the burn tumbled over wee waterfalls as it carved out deeper channels in the rock. There was green heather here too, which made a welcome change and would provide a nice, soft bed for the night. Algy felt sure that he would be able to find a hiding place for his baubles somewhere amongst the rocks…