There had been a noticeable improvement in the weather, and for the time being it felt almost warm in sheltered spots out of the wind. Algy knew just such a spot, where the burn broadened out for a stretch between rocky banks covered with overhanging gorse and heather, and flowed for a while towards the west, so that it got plenty of afternoon sunshine. He found himself a perch low over the shallow water, where he could watch the play of light and shadow at close quarters, and dozed happily there in the sunshine for an hour or two, or maybe three…

There had been a noticeable improvement in the weather, and for the time being it felt almost warm in sheltered spots out of the wind. Algy knew just such a spot, where the burn broadened out for a stretch between rocky banks covered with overhanging gorse and heather, and flowed for a while towards the west, so that it got plenty of afternoon sunshine. He found himself a perch low over the shallow water, where he could watch the play of light and shadow at close quarters, and dozed happily there in the sunshine for an hour or two, or maybe three…

Easter Message

Algy says: It has become traditional for “important” people in the world to issue messages of peace at Easter, and specifically to appeal for peace in areas of current conflict.

Algy’s assistant Jenny has therefore chosen this day to publish her other short film for peace, MESSAGE, which was created by some very “unimportant” people.

This short film was composited and animated from live footage and artwork created specially by the children of a remote Scottish community in order to send a message of peace to the world at a deeply troubled time in 2002/2003. Although this film was made years ago, the message is just as vital and urgent today.

You can watch the film (4 mins 25 secs) at jennychapmanartwork – Jenny’s new Tumblr blog which publishes her art work in various media.

Peace!

The sun was sinking into the loch and it would soon be dark, so Algy found himself a perch for the night in a spot where he could watch the rippling water. It was a calm and peaceful evening, and Algy was happy to sit quietly there, listening to the other birds singing their bedtime songs in the woodland as the wind rustled through the still-bare branches of the trees.

The sun was sinking into the loch and it would soon be dark, so Algy found himself a perch for the night in a spot where he could watch the rippling water. It was a calm and peaceful evening, and Algy was happy to sit quietly there, listening to the other birds singing their bedtime songs in the woodland as the wind rustled through the still-bare branches of the trees.

Algy decided that it was high time he set off on a new adventure. Spring was in the air, strange birds were arriving from overseas, and Algy was beginning to get itchy feet. So he set off for the big oak woods, as he longed to see the trees covered in green leaves again. However, although he travelled through the woods all day, he saw very few trees with anything more than leaf buds and some catkins; it was still too early in the West Highland spring. By the evening he felt weary, so he stopped for a while to rest on the shore of the quiet loch.As the sun sank slowly into the clouds, Algy gazed at the shimmering water and reflected on the strangeness of life. He had just heard that his assistant had started making sketches of him which she was showing to the world… Algy wasn’t at all sure what he thought about that. It seemed that there was very little privacy for anyone any more, not even for a fluffy bird!

Algy decided that it was high time he set off on a new adventure. Spring was in the air, strange birds were arriving from overseas, and Algy was beginning to get itchy feet. So he set off for the big oak woods, as he longed to see the trees covered in green leaves again. However, although he travelled through the woods all day, he saw very few trees with anything more than leaf buds and some catkins; it was still too early in the West Highland spring. By the evening he felt weary, so he stopped for a while to rest on the shore of the quiet loch.

As the sun sank slowly into the clouds, Algy gazed at the shimmering water and reflected on the strangeness of life. He had just heard that his assistant had started making sketches of him which she was showing to the world… Algy wasn’t at all sure what he thought about that. It seemed that there was very little privacy for anyone any more, not even for a fluffy bird!

Welcome to Artwork by Jenny Chapman!

Algy would like to welcome you to a new Tumblr blog, which will show artwork in various media by Algy’s assistant Jenny Chapman.

Several of Algy’s Tumblr friends have asked about his assistant’s other work, so Algy persuaded his assistant to create a new sideblog. The purpose of is to show Jenny’s original artwork, as she makes it now and in the future, and including some work that she made in the past. It will include photography, drawings and paintings, short films and animation… and maybe more :))

All of Algy’s own adventures will continue to be posted on adventuresofalgy of course!

As is a secondary blog, it is not possible for either Algy or Jenny to “like”, comment or follow back from , so those functions will remain with adventuresofalgy as usual, and Algy and Jenny will follow original content blogs from here.

Algy hopes that you will follow Jenny’s new blog, and will enjoy her work. All signal boosts for will be much appreciated :)))

To start with a flourish, here is Jenny’s most “famous” work to date, the award-winning short film 3 Minutes Silence, made in late 2001. Peace is every step…

photosworthseeing:

Submission Selfie Sunday
Dear friends, here is my April Sunday Selfie, to celebrate the coming of spring :-)
I am still trying to work on my camouflage techniques, as you can see, but I’m having a wee bit of bother with the legs…
With lots of fluffy hugs and a bunch of daffodils to you all at PWS xoxo
http://adventuresofalgy.tumblr.com/
Thank you for your selfie-submission! We’re actually glad, the camouflage doesn’t work too well, else we wouldn’t be able to see you
PFBWS - Photographers Fluffy Birds Worth Seeing

Daffodils for everyone today :)) Hope you are all having a peaceful and happy Sunday xoxo
[Special note for those who may be concerned about cruelty to plants – the daffodils which Algy is holding were broken by the wind. The wind provides rather more than enough cut flowers in the West Highlands!]
With the fluffiest thanks to the great team at photosworthseeing for making the monthly Sunday Selfie such a great and enjoyable event – the submissions this month have been better than ever! Long live the PWS Sunday Selfie :))

photosworthseeing:

Submission Selfie Sunday

Dear friends, here is my April Sunday Selfie, to celebrate the coming of spring :-)

I am still trying to work on my camouflage techniques, as you can see, but I’m having a wee bit of bother with the legs…

With lots of fluffy hugs and a bunch of daffodils to you all at PWS xoxo

http://adventuresofalgy.tumblr.com/

Thank you for your selfie-submission! We’re actually glad, the camouflage doesn’t work too well, else we wouldn’t be able to see you

PFBWS - Photographers Fluffy Birds Worth Seeing

Daffodils for everyone today :)) Hope you are all having a peaceful and happy Sunday xoxo

[Special note for those who may be concerned about cruelty to plants – the daffodils which Algy is holding were broken by the wind. The wind provides rather more than enough cut flowers in the West Highlands!]

With the fluffiest thanks to the great team at photosworthseeing for making the monthly Sunday Selfie such a great and enjoyable event – the submissions this month have been better than ever! Long live the PWS Sunday Selfie :))

Algy turned his back to the wind, and looked down the Sound in the opposite direction. He could see that rain was falling on the hills, and on the mountains of the Isle of Mull in the distance. Algy loved this showery April weather; it meant that he could watch it raining over there when it wasn’t raining over here – or at least, not yet …
Algy hopes that you will all have a wonderful weekend, and that if it rains on you too, the sun will quickly shine again xoxo

Algy turned his back to the wind, and looked down the Sound in the opposite direction. He could see that rain was falling on the hills, and on the mountains of the Isle of Mull in the distance. Algy loved this showery April weather; it meant that he could watch it raining over there when it wasn’t raining over here – or at least, not yet …

Algy hopes that you will all have a wonderful weekend, and that if it rains on you too, the sun will quickly shine again xoxo

The weather was changing again, and the wind was in the west. Algy decided to fly over to the Sound, to watch the wind blow fresh clouds in from the ocean, and look at the April light on the water. This was a month of ever-changing light; a time when bright sunshine burst through clouds and was gone again, when it might rain at any moment and then stop again just as suddenly, and when blue sky appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. Although it still felt cold, Algy loved the west wind, and he loved the month of April. As he perched on the rocks, he thought of John Masefield’s famous poem, and felt very glad that he was at home in the west land where the larks and thrushes sing:
          It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries;           I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.           For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.           And April’s in the west wind, and daffodils.           It’s a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,           Apple orchards blossom there, and the air’s like wine.           There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest,           And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest.          “Will ye not come home brother? ye have been long away,           It’s April, and blossom time, and white is the may;           And bright is the sun brother, and warm is the rain,–           Will ye not come home, brother, home to us again?           “The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run.           It’s blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun.           It’s song to a man’s soul, brother, fire to a man’s brain,           To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again.           “Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat,           So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet?           I’ve a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,”           Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries.           It’s the white road westwards is the road I must tread           To the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,           To the violets, and the warm hearts, and the thrushes’ song,           In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong.
[Algy is quoting John Masefield’s poem The West Wind.]

The weather was changing again, and the wind was in the west. Algy decided to fly over to the Sound, to watch the wind blow fresh clouds in from the ocean, and look at the April light on the water. This was a month of ever-changing light; a time when bright sunshine burst through clouds and was gone again, when it might rain at any moment and then stop again just as suddenly, and when blue sky appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. Although it still felt cold, Algy loved the west wind, and he loved the month of April. As he perched on the rocks, he thought of John Masefield’s famous poem, and felt very glad that he was at home in the west land where the larks and thrushes sing:

          It’s a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries;
          I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
          For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.
          And April’s in the west wind, and daffodils.

          It’s a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,
          Apple orchards blossom there, and the air’s like wine.
          There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest,
          And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest.

         “Will ye not come home brother? ye have been long away,
          It’s April, and blossom time, and white is the may;
          And bright is the sun brother, and warm is the rain,–
          Will ye not come home, brother, home to us again?

          “The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run.
          It’s blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun.
          It’s song to a man’s soul, brother, fire to a man’s brain,
          To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again.

          “Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat,
          So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet?
          I’ve a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,”
          Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds’ cries.

          It’s the white road westwards is the road I must tread
          To the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,
          To the violets, and the warm hearts, and the thrushes’ song,
          In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong.

[Algy is quoting John Masefield’s poem The West Wind.]

It was supposed to be spring, but the sky was black, the air was cold, and there was very little sign of life about the place. So Algy perched on a rock beside the sleeping barnacles and limpets, and held on tight, just as they do. The wind was getting up, ruffling the tiny waves in the wrong direction as they tried to approach the shore, and Algy didn’t want to be blown into the sea by a sudden gust. He gazed at the water: some ripples went this way, some went that, and some seemed to go round in circles. Algy was fascinated by the complexity of the ever-changing patterns of motion and light, and for a while he became so absorbed in trying to watch it all that he quite forgot how cold he felt…

It was supposed to be spring, but the sky was black, the air was cold, and there was very little sign of life about the place. So Algy perched on a rock beside the sleeping barnacles and limpets, and held on tight, just as they do. The wind was getting up, ruffling the tiny waves in the wrong direction as they tried to approach the shore, and Algy didn’t want to be blown into the sea by a sudden gust. He gazed at the water: some ripples went this way, some went that, and some seemed to go round in circles. Algy was fascinated by the complexity of the ever-changing patterns of motion and light, and for a while he became so absorbed in trying to watch it all that he quite forgot how cold he felt…

Algy leaned back against the wee sand-cliff, and watched the light playing across the water. He soon drifted off into a comfortable doze, and started to dream about all the kind friends he had met on Tumblr. Half awake and half asleep, Algy thought how truly remarkable it was that people all around the world were following the adventures of a fluffy bird on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands!
So Algy would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your wonderful kindness, your amazing comments, your “flying hearts”, your reblogs, your messages… and just for continuing to follow Algy’s funny little adventures :)))
Extra special fluffy thanks go to those lovely people who sent Algy a “Beautiful Person Award” last week, and to all those who send him kind messages. If he has not yet written back to you, he is very, very sorry! Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with answering your correspondence when you only have fluffy feathers to type with – but he will write to you soon!
Algy is also extremely grateful to everyone who reblogs his adventures and helps them reach a wider audience, with very fluffy “reblogging thanks” to the hard-working telescopical, and a special “Thank you” to the mighty Lensblr who reblogged one of Algy’s adventures over the weekend.
Algy loves you all, and hopes that you will all have a happy week xoxoxo

Algy leaned back against the wee sand-cliff, and watched the light playing across the water. He soon drifted off into a comfortable doze, and started to dream about all the kind friends he had met on Tumblr. Half awake and half asleep, Algy thought how truly remarkable it was that people all around the world were following the adventures of a fluffy bird on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands!

So Algy would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your wonderful kindness, your amazing comments, your “flying hearts”, your reblogs, your messages… and just for continuing to follow Algy’s funny little adventures :)))

Extra special fluffy thanks go to those lovely people who sent Algy a “Beautiful Person Award” last week, and to all those who send him kind messages. If he has not yet written back to you, he is very, very sorry! Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with answering your correspondence when you only have fluffy feathers to type with – but he will write to you soon!

Algy is also extremely grateful to everyone who reblogs his adventures and helps them reach a wider audience, with very fluffy “reblogging thanks” to the hard-working telescopical, and a special “Thank you” to the mighty Lensblr who reblogged one of Algy’s adventures over the weekend.

Algy loves you all, and hopes that you will all have a happy week xoxoxo

The wind on the dunes felt unpleasantly sharp as it whistled through Algy’s feathers, so he decided to move to a more sheltered spot. During the winter months, excessive rain had caused the normally shallow burn to carve out a deep channel as it wound its way across the beach to the sea. In the process it had created wee sand-cliffs, which formed an ideal sun trap, exactly the right size to provide warmth and protection from the biting wind for a fluffy bird. Algy could see that the “cliffs” were already beginning to collapse in places, and no doubt they would soon be removed by the rain and the tides, but for the time being they were just about perfect. So Algy leaned back comfortably against the tiny wall of sand, and settled down to watch the light ripple across the gently flowing water, as the burn completed the final stage of its journey to the sea.

The wind on the dunes felt unpleasantly sharp as it whistled through Algy’s feathers, so he decided to move to a more sheltered spot. During the winter months, excessive rain had caused the normally shallow burn to carve out a deep channel as it wound its way across the beach to the sea. In the process it had created wee sand-cliffs, which formed an ideal sun trap, exactly the right size to provide warmth and protection from the biting wind for a fluffy bird. Algy could see that the “cliffs” were already beginning to collapse in places, and no doubt they would soon be removed by the rain and the tides, but for the time being they were just about perfect. So Algy leaned back comfortably against the tiny wall of sand, and settled down to watch the light ripple across the gently flowing water, as the burn completed the final stage of its journey to the sea.

While Algy was absorbed in his book, with his beak tucked deep inside the pages, the sky above him got blacker and blacker, and the sharp east wind grew steadily stronger and colder. He looked up from his reading and realised that the weather was changing fast. As the sun cast rays out from behind the clouds it created beautiful patches of light on the sea, but Algy knew that it meant the end of sunny days for a while. That bitter wind was certainly beginning to whine, and the Marram grass was complaining too; it reminded Algy of a poem by Emily Dickinson:
         The sky is low, the clouds are mean,          A travelling flake of snow          Across a barn or through a rut          Debates if it will go.          A narrow wind complains all day          How some one treated him;          Nature, like us, is sometimes caught          Without her diadem. 
[Algy is quoting the poem The sky is low by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

While Algy was absorbed in his book, with his beak tucked deep inside the pages, the sky above him got blacker and blacker, and the sharp east wind grew steadily stronger and colder. He looked up from his reading and realised that the weather was changing fast. As the sun cast rays out from behind the clouds it created beautiful patches of light on the sea, but Algy knew that it meant the end of sunny days for a while. That bitter wind was certainly beginning to whine, and the Marram grass was complaining too; it reminded Algy of a poem by Emily Dickinson:

         The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
          A travelling flake of snow
          Across a barn or through a rut
          Debates if it will go.

          A narrow wind complains all day
          How some one treated him;
          Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
          Without her diadem.

[Algy is quoting the poem The sky is low by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

The weather was deteriorating again, with massive black clouds building up in every direction, so Algy decided to make the best of the last hour or two of sunshine while he had the chance. It was a wee bit breezy on the dunes, of course, so he had to keep his beak well inside his book to prevent the pages blowing about, but the light was ideal for reading – for the moment at least…

The weather was deteriorating again, with massive black clouds building up in every direction, so Algy decided to make the best of the last hour or two of sunshine while he had the chance. It was a wee bit breezy on the dunes, of course, so he had to keep his beak well inside his book to prevent the pages blowing about, but the light was ideal for reading – for the moment at least…

The post bird brought Algy a beautiful card full of dazzling light, sent by his new friend funnyful in Sweden. So Algy put on the wonderful top hat which Tumblr had given him on April Fools’ Day, flew up into the nearest tree, and held the card up to the sky, so that the lovely Swedish light could illuminate his Highland home.
Thank you so much, dear Charlotta xoxo Algy loves your card and your beautiful, sparkling light, and he loves your handwriting too :) Even the stamp is pretty!
p.s. Algy says he thinks maybe he is the original Tumblr Pro :)) He thanks the Tumblr gods kindly for the loan of the hat, and asks them “Can I keep it, please?”

The post bird brought Algy a beautiful card full of dazzling light, sent by his new friend funnyful in Sweden. So Algy put on the wonderful top hat which Tumblr had given him on April Fools’ Day, flew up into the nearest tree, and held the card up to the sky, so that the lovely Swedish light could illuminate his Highland home.

Thank you so much, dear Charlotta xoxo Algy loves your card and your beautiful, sparkling light, and he loves your handwriting too :) Even the stamp is pretty!

p.s. Algy says he thinks maybe he is the original Tumblr Pro :)) He thanks the Tumblr gods kindly for the loan of the hat, and asks them “Can I keep it, please?”

Algy Loves the Top Hat :))

Algy doesn’t usually like April Fools’ Day, but he just loves the top hat! That’s the best April Fools’ idea Algy has seen. Thank you, Tumblr gods – Algy is entirely foolish, so he will enjoy wearing his topper for the day, although it’s a wee bit big for him :)))