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

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It was a grey, damp morning, but Algy was fascinated by the way the mists were swirling up the hillsides from the burns below. He perched on an old fence post, watching the watery wisps rising like smoke, and thinking of his old friend who was making such an effort to recover from his operation and get fit and strong again. Algy was reminded of a haiku by the 18th century master Kobayashi Issa:
          Little snail          inch by inch, climb          Mount Fuji!
(katatsuburi soro-soro nobore fuji no yama)

It was a grey, damp morning, but Algy was fascinated by the way the mists were swirling up the hillsides from the burns below. He perched on an old fence post, watching the watery wisps rising like smoke, and thinking of his old friend who was making such an effort to recover from his operation and get fit and strong again. Algy was reminded of a haiku by the 18th century master Kobayashi Issa:

          Little snail
          inch by inch, climb
          Mount Fuji!

(katatsuburi soro-soro nobore fuji no yama)

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  1. koukidemented reblogged this from adventuresofalgy
  2. josepha-amarantine said: Glad to see you Algy. I missed you :-)
  3. guisch73 said: Just great and beautiful
  4. qbnscholar said: Love the mist, the motion. Great haiku, too.