My last day in Melbourne, I had to choose between going to SunSpun and going on a daytrip to Phillip Island.
I'll admit that all the Collinete I saw around the SnB Melbourne girls made it a tough choice, but when would I ever get the chance to see a penguin in the wild again? My love of nature overcame my love of knitting.
So, it was a pay tour that stopped many places for various wildlife.
From there we went to a wildlife refuge that takes in orphaned and injured animals of all sorts.
I adore koalas, but didn't (pay to) pet one since I had the chance to do that in Newcastle last year. I need to get the video of that up here some time. Two years ago I went to the Sydney zoo and spent about two hours staring at koalas, contemplating how to get my favorite - Norman - home.
We could buy little containers to feed the various animals. I was enamored of this little lady because she was off by herself, enjoying the sunshine. She wasn't in the pack of kangaroos vying for the attention and food of visitors.
There was an albino kangaroo.
Beeyore loves the ocean, so he and I took a walk in the water and watched the seagulls enjoy the leftovers of a fisherman's labor.
From the beach, we headed out to The Nobbies, a massive nesting ground for silver gulls. I won't lie, I wondered how many people had been pooped on. Beeyore wasn't sure what he thought of it but was interested in making friends.
When we were done, we met up with the group for a very nice tea and biscuits. I think the guy driving brought the stuff along, which may explain why it was the best meal that was provided that day!
Finally it was sufficiently dark enough to head to Penguin Parade. Each evening, thousands of Little Penguins - adults are between nine and 12 inches high - wait until dusk and then come ashore from a day of hunting to feed their chicks and bed down for the night. Flashes cause the penguins to regurgitate their food and lead to the death of chicks and adults. So these were my pictures from penguin parade.
Why yes, that is my cowl... I started to see the value of a small, compressible knit that you don't have to worry about losing. And I really really valued it when the wind was blowing!
I thought this sign was hilarious, though I did get a little sad thinking why it was necessary. If I'd found one, I probably would have scooped him up and brought him home.
It was an amazing experience! They make a chirping type of noise and as more and more penguins came ashore, the air filled with the sound of penguins chatting. Some penguins kept on the edge of the circles of light cast from the lighting, scurrying to get past the humans. Other penguins were far more curious, walking right up to the ropes that corralled people. Their feathers are gunmetal blue. And so dense! I have no idea what they feel like, but they look like a steel coat, they are so dense.
When the penguin parade trickled, I wandered back up to the van. A lot of people didn't stick around through the cold. Apparently the Little Penguins didn't get the memo about walkways being for people. With fewer people around, the penguins wandered where ever they wanted, often crossing over the wooden walkway. If a guide was around, they would stop people until the penguin decided which way he was going to go. But other times, it was just a few people and a penguin, hanging out.
I'm so glad I decided to do the tour, it was truly unforgettable!
And, in other news, the random number generator (my friend with a hat full of paper) picked: 5. So Bubblesknits, send me your info at bigblueice(at)yahoo(dot)com. Hopefully this week, I'll get a post up to tell you where your new yarn came from.