

After a short nap this afternoon, I looked out and unexpectedly the sun was trying to shine through the heavy dark clouds.



This truly is where the hobbits live. They never lived in England, of that I am now sure. This is their true home. The air was filled for a while with bird sounds but later it became quiet. I neared the beach. If I were a penguin this is where I would hang out. Sadly none were there. Up on the cliff face overhanging the beach there were several likely habitats, but intense scutiny produced no sightings. Surely they can't all have left on schedule for the ocean currents to follow the krill. But alas, I am afraid that it is true. The crested penguins have left the building........
On the way back to the lodge, I did see couple of beautiful fan tails and actually caught a picture of one. Take pictures of rapidly moving birds in dense forest with an autofocus lens is a good way to burn up a lot of film. Thank goodness for digital..........
Photo by A.C. Burrent posted on the lodge bulletin board. He took some great pictures of the crested penguin.



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