It was altogether too cold on the seashore, so Algy retreated to a more sheltered spot. The wind and rain had been battering the long grasses and wildflowers all weekend, leaving hollows which were just perfect for a fluffy bird to snuggle down into. Algy settled down to watch the gentle dance of the daisies:
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies’ dance
All the meadow over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer’s praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.
[Algy is quoting the poem Daisy Time by the early 20th century Canadian poet Marjorie Pickthall.]