The unique adventures of a fluffy bird in the wild West Highlands of Scotland.

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It was a beautiful late September day, bathed in the hazy, golden light of the soft autumn sun. The northerly breeze was cold, but Algy found himself a sheltered perch on a flat rock by the peaty burn, and spent a happy afternoon just soaking up the warmth of the stone. The burn was low after several weeks of dry weather and – just like Algy – it was in no particular hurry to get anywhere. As Algy watched the play of reflected light on the rocks, and the wee bubbles trickling lazily past him, he remembered a poem about such a day:
          The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,          On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,          The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;          Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.          The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,          The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.          The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,          And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.          Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,          And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;          Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;          Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
[Algy is quoting the poem Autumn by the 19th century English poet John Clare.]

It was a beautiful late September day, bathed in the hazy, golden light of the soft autumn sun. The northerly breeze was cold, but Algy found himself a sheltered perch on a flat rock by the peaty burn, and spent a happy afternoon just soaking up the warmth of the stone. The burn was low after several weeks of dry weather and – just like Algy – it was in no particular hurry to get anywhere. As Algy watched the play of reflected light on the rocks, and the wee bubbles trickling lazily past him, he remembered a poem about such a day:

          The thistledown’s flying, though the winds are all still,
          On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
          The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
          Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

          The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
          The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
          The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
          And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

          Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
          And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
          Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
          Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

[Algy is quoting the poem Autumn by the 19th century English poet John Clare.]

Today Algy has some special advice for anyone who may be feeling despondent or downhearted: go and play with your rubber duck (or swan) in a bath, and very soon you will be smiling again :-))
Have a happy and relaxing weekend, everyone xoxo

Today Algy has some special advice for anyone who may be feeling despondent or downhearted: go and play with your rubber duck (or swan) in a bath, and very soon you will be smiling again :-))

Have a happy and relaxing weekend, everyone xoxo

Anonymous asked: I always visit this blog when I need some cheering up or just if I want to smile!! I wish Algy the best of luck in all his future adventures in his simply idyllic home!!

Dear Anonymous, Algy was so thrilled to get your message :-) He is truly delighted to hear that his adventures cheer you up and make you smile. Your message has brought a smile to Algy’s face on a day when smiles were especially needed - thank you! Algy doesn’t know where you are in the world, but wherever you are, he sends you a fluffy hug, and wishes you too the very best of luck xo

Just like most “mornings after”, the day following the Scottish Independence Referendum dawned grey and dreich. There was scarcely a breath of wind on the moor, nor any sign of sun in the sky, and Algy was feeling decidedly limp. He draped himself over the remains of a blasted rowan tree, and gazed for some time at the calm water of the lochan. As he perched there in the stillness, watching nothing very much happening at all, he remembered a poem, which he dedicates to all his Scottish friends who are feeling disappointed and depressed today:
          Hold fast to dreams           For if dreams die          Life is a broken-winged bird          That cannot fly.
          Hold fast to dreams          For when dreams go          Life is a barren field          Frozen with snow.
[Algy is quoting the poem Dreams by the 20th century American poet Langston Hughes.]

Just like most “mornings after”, the day following the Scottish Independence Referendum dawned grey and dreich. There was scarcely a breath of wind on the moor, nor any sign of sun in the sky, and Algy was feeling decidedly limp. He draped himself over the remains of a blasted rowan tree, and gazed for some time at the calm water of the lochan. As he perched there in the stillness, watching nothing very much happening at all, he remembered a poem, which he dedicates to all his Scottish friends who are feeling disappointed and depressed today:

          Hold fast to dreams
          For if dreams die
          Life is a broken-winged bird
          That cannot fly.

          Hold fast to dreams
          For when dreams go
          Life is a barren field
          Frozen with snow.

[Algy is quoting the poem Dreams by the 20th century American poet Langston Hughes.]

It was a very important day for Scotland. This was expected to be the busiest day ever in Scottish electoral history, with an exceptionally high level of turnout, so Algy felt that he ought to be right there on the spot, making sure that everything went smoothly. The local polling station was open from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., but as there were only about 190 registered voters in this remote area – and a third of those were voting by post – activity was not exactly frantic …
Fluffy birds had not been granted the right to vote in the Scottish Independence Referendum, so Algy could only provide moral support on this occasion. He flew the five miles or so to the polling station, and found himself a perch which was prominent, if not exactly comfortable. He then devoted all his energy to encouraging the local electorate with appropriate quotations from Shakespeare, such as this famous speech from Julius Caesar:
           There is a tide in the affairs of men.           Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;           Omitted, all the voyage of their life           Is bound in shallows and in miseries.           On such a full sea are we now afloat,           And we must take the current when it serves,           Or lose our ventures.
Algy is thinking of all his friends in Scotland today, and sends you all extra special fluffy hugs from the West Highlands xoxo
[Algy is quoting a speech from Act 4 Scene 3 of the play Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.]

It was a very important day for Scotland. This was expected to be the busiest day ever in Scottish electoral history, with an exceptionally high level of turnout, so Algy felt that he ought to be right there on the spot, making sure that everything went smoothly. The local polling station was open from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., but as there were only about 190 registered voters in this remote area – and a third of those were voting by post – activity was not exactly frantic …

Fluffy birds had not been granted the right to vote in the Scottish Independence Referendum, so Algy could only provide moral support on this occasion. He flew the five miles or so to the polling station, and found himself a perch which was prominent, if not exactly comfortable. He then devoted all his energy to encouraging the local electorate with appropriate quotations from Shakespeare, such as this famous speech from Julius Caesar:

           There is a tide in the affairs of men.
           Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
           Omitted, all the voyage of their life
           Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
           On such a full sea are we now afloat,
           And we must take the current when it serves,
           Or lose our ventures.

Algy is thinking of all his friends in Scotland today, and sends you all extra special fluffy hugs from the West Highlands xoxo

[Algy is quoting a speech from Act 4 Scene 3 of the play Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare.]

It was a gorgeous, calm autumn day – perhaps the last comfortably warm day of the year – and Algy had settled himself down in a cozy patch of bell heather on the headland, intending to enjoy a pleasant afternoon’s siesta in the sunshine. All of a sudden, a flock of wee chattering birds passed overhead, laughing and calling out to each other “Algy’s on the Radar!”, “Algy’s on the Radar!”, “Algy’s on Tumblr Radar and he’s dozing in the heather!!” Algy woke up with a start and gasped in astonishment…
When he had gathered his wits about him, Algy hurried off to find his assistant. She confirmed that while he thought he had been dozing lazily in the sun, he had actually been appearing on the Tumblr Radar, eating cotoneaster berries! What an amazingly exciting time Algy is having at the moment!!
Algy wants to thank all those very kind friends who wrote to congratulate him on his Radar appearance - thank you very much indeed, and the fluffiest of hugs for you all – and for the mysterious Tumblr gods too, of course! xoxo

It was a gorgeous, calm autumn day – perhaps the last comfortably warm day of the year – and Algy had settled himself down in a cozy patch of bell heather on the headland, intending to enjoy a pleasant afternoon’s siesta in the sunshine. All of a sudden, a flock of wee chattering birds passed overhead, laughing and calling out to each other “Algy’s on the Radar!”, “Algy’s on the Radar!”, “Algy’s on Tumblr Radar and he’s dozing in the heather!!” Algy woke up with a start and gasped in astonishment…

When he had gathered his wits about him, Algy hurried off to find his assistant. She confirmed that while he thought he had been dozing lazily in the sun, he had actually been appearing on the Tumblr Radar, eating cotoneaster berries! What an amazingly exciting time Algy is having at the moment!!

Algy wants to thank all those very kind friends who wrote to congratulate him on his Radar appearance - thank you very much indeed, and the fluffiest of hugs for you all – and for the mysterious Tumblr gods too, of course! xoxo

Algy had noticed that the local blackbirds were showing more interest than usual in the fine crop of cotoneaster berries this year, so he decided to try them for himself. Yummmmmmmmmm :-)
This post is especially dedicated to one of Algy’s newest friends, Leah whenislunch (Algy says lunch is now!) – who is particularly interested in food – and to all his kind friends who feed the birds. If you live in the northern hemisphere, winter will be closing in soon, so Algy says please make sure that you give his bird friends plenty of food to help them survive until the spring xoxo

Algy had noticed that the local blackbirds were showing more interest than usual in the fine crop of cotoneaster berries this year, so he decided to try them for himself. Yummmmmmmmmm :-)

This post is especially dedicated to one of Algy’s newest friends, Leah whenislunch (Algy says lunch is now!) – who is particularly interested in food – and to all his kind friends who feed the birds. If you live in the northern hemisphere, winter will be closing in soon, so Algy says please make sure that you give his bird friends plenty of food to help them survive until the spring xoxo

There were storm clouds brewing overhead at the start of the week in which the people of Scotland will vote in a historic referendum to decide whether or not Scotland will become an independent state.
Algy flew down to the peat bogs, beneath the heavy sky, and erected his wee Saltire on a prominent tussock. As he gazed at the gathering clouds, he wondered what the future would hold for all his friends in Scotland, and he remembered a famous poem:
          What makes a nation’s pillars high          And its foundations strong?          What makes it mighty to defy          The foes that round it throng?          It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand          Go down in battle shock;          Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,          Not on abiding rock.          Is it the sword? Ask the red dust          Of empires passed away;          The blood has turned their stones to rust,          Their glory to decay.          And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown          Has seemed to nations sweet;          But God has struck its luster down          In ashes at his feet.          Not gold but only men can make          A people great and strong;          Men who for truth and honor’s sake          Stand fast and suffer long.          Brave men who work while others sleep,          Who dare while others fly…          They build a nation’s pillars deep          And lift them to the sky.
[Algy is quoting the poem A Nation’s Strength by the 19th century American writer Ralph Waldo Emerson.]

There were storm clouds brewing overhead at the start of the week in which the people of Scotland will vote in a historic referendum to decide whether or not Scotland will become an independent state.

Algy flew down to the peat bogs, beneath the heavy sky, and erected his wee Saltire on a prominent tussock. As he gazed at the gathering clouds, he wondered what the future would hold for all his friends in Scotland, and he remembered a famous poem:

          What makes a nation’s pillars high
          And its foundations strong?
          What makes it mighty to defy
          The foes that round it throng?

          It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
          Go down in battle shock;
          Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
          Not on abiding rock.

          Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
          Of empires passed away;
          The blood has turned their stones to rust,
          Their glory to decay.

          And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
          Has seemed to nations sweet;
          But God has struck its luster down
          In ashes at his feet.

          Not gold but only men can make
          A people great and strong;
          Men who for truth and honor’s sake
          Stand fast and suffer long.

          Brave men who work while others sleep,
          Who dare while others fly…
          They build a nation’s pillars deep
          And lift them to the sky.

[Algy is quoting the poem A Nation’s Strength by the 19th century American writer Ralph Waldo Emerson.]

Algy has had a truly amazing time on Tumblr this past week, with lots of new followers and all kinds of activity, so he felt in need of some soothing sea therapy to settle his over-excited nerves :-)
And now that he has calmed down a wee bit, Algy would like to take this opportunity to say a few words…
First of all and most importantly: THANK YOU ALL! Thank you from the bottom of Algy’s heart – thank you followers old and followers new, rebloggers, and all those invisible friends who are not members of Tumblr – Algy knows you are there, even if you are hidden and silent! And if you have joined the merry band of Algy’s followers very recently, Algy offers you A VERY WARM WELCOME! Lots of fluffy hugs to you all xoxoxo
Also – Algy got so excited by all this recent Tumblr activity that he acquired a new Tumblr theme, and tried to tidy up the presentation of his Adventures for viewers on different platforms, on and off Tumblr. He even changed his avatar in a fit of fluffy enthusiasm :-) If you visit the home page of adventuresofalgy you should now find better images, cleaner layout, infinite scrolling, more ways to contact Algy, and all kinds of nice things :-) There may possibly be a few wee glitches though, as he is still working on customizing the theme, so if you happen to find one, please let him know.
It’s sometimes easy to forget that there is a virtual world outside Tumblr, but Algy is well aware that he has friends and followers who are not Tumblr users. He hopes that it will now be much easier for you non-Tumblr folks to follow his Adventures, and to contact him if you want to. You are all very welcome too, of course :-)
Have a great new week, everybody – and be sure to get some sea therapy (join Algy if you don’t live near the ocean!) to soothe your troubled nerves if things get a wee bit too hectic :-)  This applies especially to Algy’s Scottish followers, who are likely to have a rather nerve-wracking week ahead…!

Algy has had a truly amazing time on Tumblr this past week, with lots of new followers and all kinds of activity, so he felt in need of some soothing sea therapy to settle his over-excited nerves :-)

And now that he has calmed down a wee bit, Algy would like to take this opportunity to say a few words…

First of all and most importantly: THANK YOU ALL! Thank you from the bottom of Algy’s heart – thank you followers old and followers new, rebloggers, and all those invisible friends who are not members of Tumblr – Algy knows you are there, even if you are hidden and silent! And if you have joined the merry band of Algy’s followers very recently, Algy offers you A VERY WARM WELCOME! Lots of fluffy hugs to you all xoxoxo

Also – Algy got so excited by all this recent Tumblr activity that he acquired a new Tumblr theme, and tried to tidy up the presentation of his Adventures for viewers on different platforms, on and off Tumblr. He even changed his avatar in a fit of fluffy enthusiasm :-) If you visit the home page of adventuresofalgy you should now find better images, cleaner layout, infinite scrolling, more ways to contact Algy, and all kinds of nice things :-) There may possibly be a few wee glitches though, as he is still working on customizing the theme, so if you happen to find one, please let him know.

It’s sometimes easy to forget that there is a virtual world outside Tumblr, but Algy is well aware that he has friends and followers who are not Tumblr users. He hopes that it will now be much easier for you non-Tumblr folks to follow his Adventures, and to contact him if you want to. You are all very welcome too, of course :-)

Have a great new week, everybody – and be sure to get some sea therapy (join Algy if you don’t live near the ocean!) to soothe your troubled nerves if things get a wee bit too hectic :-)  This applies especially to Algy’s Scottish followers, who are likely to have a rather nerve-wracking week ahead…!

The West Highlands were enjoying an unusually warm spell of autumn weather, and Algy felt comfortably lazy. As he was flying around his friends’ garden, he spotted an invitingly vacant deck chair, so he decided to take advantage of it while no-one was looking. He settled down in the soft sunshine with one of his favourite volumes of verse, but he just couldn’t seem to find the poem he was looking for…
Have a wonderful, peaceful and relaxing weekend, everybody :-))

The West Highlands were enjoying an unusually warm spell of autumn weather, and Algy felt comfortably lazy. As he was flying around his friends’ garden, he spotted an invitingly vacant deck chair, so he decided to take advantage of it while no-one was looking. He settled down in the soft sunshine with one of his favourite volumes of verse, but he just couldn’t seem to find the poem he was looking for…

Have a wonderful, peaceful and relaxing weekend, everybody :-))

Sometimes, when Algy gazes up at the sky, he feels as though he is an exceedingly tiny fluffy bird, and the sky (not to mention the universe beyond) is incomprehensibly immense. But the more he looks at the sky, the more he becomes absorbed in all the beautiful patterns and colours of Cloudland, and very soon his heart is at ease, just as the poet suggested – especially if he is sitting by “the voiceful sea”:
          O! It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,                 Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,              To make the shifting clouds be what you please,                 Or let the easily persuaded eyes              Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould                   Of a friend’s fancy; or with head bent low,              And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold                 ‘Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go              From mount to mount, through Cloudland, gorgeous land!                 Or list’ning to the tide, with closéd sight,          Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand                 By those deep sounds possessed, with inward light              Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey                Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
[Algy is quoting the poem Fancy In Nubibus Or The Poet In The Clouds by the early 19th century English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.]

Sometimes, when Algy gazes up at the sky, he feels as though he is an exceedingly tiny fluffy bird, and the sky (not to mention the universe beyond) is incomprehensibly immense. But the more he looks at the sky, the more he becomes absorbed in all the beautiful patterns and colours of Cloudland, and very soon his heart is at ease, just as the poet suggested – especially if he is sitting by “the voiceful sea”:

          O! It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,   
             Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,   
          To make the shifting clouds be what you please,   
             Or let the easily persuaded eyes   
          Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould     
             Of a friend’s fancy; or with head bent low,   
          And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold   
             ‘Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go   
          From mount to mount, through Cloudland, gorgeous land!   
             Or list’ning to the tide, with closéd sight,
          Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand   
             By those deep sounds possessed, with inward light   
          Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey  
             Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.

[Algy is quoting the poem Fancy In Nubibus Or The Poet In The Clouds by the early 19th century English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge.]

It was a surprisingly fine September day for the West Highlands, and although a strange white mist hung rather ominously over the ridges in the distance, it felt comfortably warm in the hazy sunshine. Algy decided to spend the afternoon just wandering around the local landscape, admiring the colours of the moorland in all its autumn glory, and sticking his beak into patches of heather to make sure that they smelled of honey. As he inhaled the comforting scent of the tiny flowers in one particular clump, he remembered a much less pleasant afternoon he had spent in that very same spot, on the first day of February this year – and he began to wonder what the coming winter would bring…

Today, Algy’s Tumblr friends in America – and the Tumblr gods themselves – have been organizing protests against potential US legislation which is intended to divide the internet into paid-for fast traffic, and second-class, very slow free traffic.
Algy noticed that many of his friends were using avatars and making blog posts which were related to “spinners” or progress bars - the animated symbols you see when waiting for something to load. It was a gorgeous autumn day, so Algy decided to go to the beach and create his very own “sands of time” waiting animation, to show solidarity with all his friends in the USA. The only problem was, it was so sunny and warm under the sand dunes – and waiting for the sand to run through his finger feathers was so very boring – that he just kept dropping off to sleep…

Today, Algy’s Tumblr friends in America – and the Tumblr gods themselves – have been organizing protests against potential US legislation which is intended to divide the internet into paid-for fast traffic, and second-class, very slow free traffic.

Algy noticed that many of his friends were using avatars and making blog posts which were related to “spinners” or progress bars - the animated symbols you see when waiting for something to load. It was a gorgeous autumn day, so Algy decided to go to the beach and create his very own “sands of time” waiting animation, to show solidarity with all his friends in the USA. The only problem was, it was so sunny and warm under the sand dunes – and waiting for the sand to run through his finger feathers was so very boring – that he just kept dropping off to sleep…

Anonymous asked: is algy real? or is she / he a doll? your blog is quite amazing and very very heart warming!! thank you!!

Well now, what kind of question is that? :-))))  Algy says: “Are you real, or are you just a sweet Anonymous voice, whispering somewhere out there in the virtual mist?” Algy thanks you very much indeed for your lovely comments and says that he is thrilled that you like his Adventures. He sends you lots of fluffy hugs, which may or may not be real, just as you choose xoxo

Today the Tumblr gods worked some of their amazing magic, and Algy suddenly found that he had a large number of new followers from all around the world. He was utterly astonished and delighted, and so naturally he immediately had to do a special Happy Dance :-)
Algy wishes all you lovely new followers a very warm and fluffy welcome, and he hopes that you will enjoy his adventures in the West Highlands of Scotland.
And of course Algy also wants to share the Happy Dance with all his kind followers and sweet Tumblr friends who have been following his adventures so far.
So - dear followers, old and new - please stop whatever else you may be doing, and join Algy in this special Happy Dance today :-))
Algy loves you all xoxo

Today the Tumblr gods worked some of their amazing magic, and Algy suddenly found that he had a large number of new followers from all around the world. He was utterly astonished and delighted, and so naturally he immediately had to do a special Happy Dance :-)

Algy wishes all you lovely new followers a very warm and fluffy welcome, and he hopes that you will enjoy his adventures in the West Highlands of Scotland.

And of course Algy also wants to share the Happy Dance with all his kind followers and sweet Tumblr friends who have been following his adventures so far.

So - dear followers, old and new - please stop whatever else you may be doing, and join Algy in this special Happy Dance today :-))

Algy loves you all xoxo