The day we visited a penguin colony.
We had heard about several penguin colonies around southern Patagonia. The Isla Magdalena on the Magellan straight is home for part of the year to a Magellanic penguin colony. We were visiting at the end of summer, and many of the penguins had already left to begin their migration north, to Brazil.
Quite a number of penguins had not begun the migration and once on the island, two hours of snapping followed…
Come on guys, follow me!
….still with some baby feathers.
Call of the penguins.
…. get in the house.
Next years Valentines card sorted.
The life of a penguin seems quite appealing to me; to live in a non hierarchical community and spent your day snuggling, fishing and swimming; I would not, however, go as far as saying they are my spirit animal.
Possibly the cutest of them all.
Looking out over the penguin empire.
Here, a few non penguin photos of the day trip….
The prospect of seeing penguins in Patagonia was a significant influencing factor in Charmian’s decision to extend her flight, and ride to Ushuaia. We were told “don’t touch the penguins”, which was hard for Charms.
As sign in the toilet at the port.
The port in Punta Arenas.
The boat had come down from Florida.
Margaret Thatcher’s toilet.
Some Japanese film crew.
- Riding The Slipstream Of Friendship
- Tierra del Fuego, The End.