O.M.G.! King penguins as far as the eye can see. We guess about a half-million ... Reminds me of the Crosby Stills Nash song ("By the time we got to Woodstock ... We were half a million strong ..."). Well, baby, this is Penguin Woodstock!
Bandwidth doesn't permit me to upload all the really funny pics now, but suffice it to say we had a fabulous day. The weather is very capricious here -- this morning it was too windy to dock here; this afternoon we docked to calm winds and another 70-degree day. I think I got sunburned!
Here's a young penguin, less than a year old, still with his "raccoon coat" of fur. He can't swim until he molts so he just waddles around and depends on his mother for food. I think this one is well fed.
I guess this guy really wants to fly! Hysterical.
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