Priceless penguins! I adore them so much. They make me smile. Don’t they do the same for you?
How they muddle on eagerly providing for their babies in the worst conditions on the planet. Every one else goes somewhere warmer and yet they stick and stumble at greeat length to get to the most coldest bleak and life threatening place on the planet.
Imagine applying the same theory to your life! I do often, it really helps to keep me optimistic and grateful. Imagine!
My alarm goes off bleeping annoying electronic vibrations at me, and I doze, stretch and hit the alarm a few times. Slowly opening eyes I stretch out to feel the room temperature. “Cold” is what I nearly always say, and then after much mental deliberation and only after compiling a to do list longer than the day itself, do I roll out of bed and push myself into tops and jumpers. With hair that defies gravity, and mouth like a cuppa soup hug advert, I reach the ‘on’ button in mole like fashion and stand vacant, in front of the kettle hoping the steam will prize my eyes open.
Penguin’s morning:-
After the long trip back from the sea through the night, I have no notion of morning as there is no light at this time of year. Amongst the deafening squawks of other penguins, I identify my lovers individual call, shouting “I’m here my darling” I waddle closer unable to see anything for the snow and ice blast my eyes and face with such force my eyes nose and feathers have frozen.
“Oh I am so pleased to see you, its been a bad night” my lover welcomes me with flapping arms.
” Yes the fish were hard to come by too” I explain, hoping for some slither of sympathy.
” Mr Jones didn’t make it, and Junior Jones was taken by the Skuas” He explained.
Exhausted and freezing I drop my head with sorrow, Junior Jones was laid the same day as our precious baby. My partner gently rolls the egg onto my feet. We move quickly and I secure the egg with my feathers.
” Got to go now my sweetness, I am starving” He says wearily.
” OK Good Luck. You can help me name our chick when you return!” I say with optimism. He leaves me alone to huddle up in a turtle formation with our neighbours. I know some day soon our chick will hatch and I will regurgitate my last five fish dinners for him. That’s if my devoted partner has made sure he’s been warm enough all these months.
I don’t think I could huddle so closely to all of my neighbours and swim around in almost frozen water hunting for fish for breakfast. Even if I were a penguin with feathers and flippers, I think I would not grow to be old. I don’t think the lazy ones survive too well, and if they were always sad about being cold they would all be miserable all of the time. I am glad I am human and lucky enough to live in a warm county. Wales isn’t really Mediterranean but it is a million miles away from the ice caps.
I would like to take all the lady penguins for a spa day, with bubbly and pilchards on toast. Whilst the boys can have a day watching rugby or football on a huge widescreen with beer and roll-mops. Just one day a year to reward all the amazing penguins who work so very hard to provide for each other.
That’s not too much to ask is it?
