Well, it was, at least a few weeks ago, when 160,000 pairs of Magellanic penguins crammed into every square inch of Isla Magdalena. Now, it’s just the stragglers that are left. A bit like me, really. Always late. Still, they’re a wonderful sight to see, staggering around in the high winds like drunkards dressed up for a ball. Or making a few last minute home improvements to their nests. Or plopping into the water and bobbing away amongst the crashing waves.

During the peak season, it’s like Piccadilly Circus. At this time of the year, there’s oodles of room to laze around.

After their migration, the male even returns to the previous year’s borrow and waits for his partner…

Unlike the Brobdingnagian Emperors, who also frequent southern Patagonia, the Magellanics are more Lilliputian in stature.

I can fly! Not much chance of that, I’m afraid, despite the gale force winds. But stubby penguin wings do work perfectly underwater.
Awesome photos yet again!
I used to work with these little guys for almost 10 years, but would love to see them in the wild one day!
Thanks Kevin. I hope to be visiting some King Penguins in the next few days…
How strong was the wind that day? The shot of the water suggests it was howling.
Indeed it was! In fact, the boat was almost cancelled.
Oh dear, some adorable little fellows indeed! 🙂 I assume there was a big grin on your face and your heart must have been squealing with joy, huh!? 🙂 Marvellous!
Penguins are some of my favorite animals! looks like an incredible trip- thanks for sharing!