OK - here's the penguins...

Saunders Island - The Neck - miles from anywhere in an old portacabin and just along the cliff, in a howling gale, is a rockhopper colony...

To appreciate this, you have to realise you are looking down at an angle of forty five degrees, from a sheep track six inches wide and being buffeted by a force nine that whipped Ursula's hat off her head, never to be seen again.

We Three Kings - on their way to the sea. (Actually, they are Gentoos but I couldn't resist the joke).

You try having a scratch if you don't have any elbows...

More Kings at Volunteer Point.

Us and friends.

Young Rockhoppers at Sea Lion Island - feeling sorry for themselves as they moult.

Penguins are very social birds.
Apart from anything else, there is safety in numbers - there are sealions, seals and Orcas just offshore; worth having a stroll with some mates before going back out to catch supper.