It was not hard to see that some very stormy weather was approaching. Algy didn’t feel like being swept out to sea again, so he left the exposed beach and flew across the peninsula to a sheltered spot on the Sound. The grasses on the foreshore did not exactly offer an inviting perch, as they were flattened and sodden from their recent pounding by the winter storms. But Algy couldn’t resist sitting there for a while, despite the dampness and discomfort, as he was fascinated by the constantly changing reflections of the sky in the deep pools of the salt marsh.

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