Finally, it was on to the cliffs and shoreline where the Little Penguins live – the smallest of all the species of penguins. It’s nesting season for the little guys, so the adults go into the ocean to gather fish during the day and then bring it back to land. Each little penquin has its own nesting burrow in the side of the huge cliffs overlooking the beach. The burrows are either naturally created by the penquins under shrubs or some of the burrows are made by the Australian Wildlife Service out of wood. Here is a human created burrow and if you look very, very closely, you can see a little head inside.
We were able to walk around the seaside cliffs on the very safe boardwalk prior to heading over to the main viewing area for the dusk parade of the penquins coming up out of the ocean, waddling across the open (and dangerous for them) beach, and then up the hill they come to find their burrows. The shoreline here is very dangerous with big crashing waves and large outcroppings of rocks.
And a shot of most of the group at the end of the boardwalk:
With a special, windblown edition of Alyssa and Rachel:
On the previous night, there were a little over 1,900 penquins counted, and I’m sure we saw equally as many. It was an awe inspiring sight as the swales and ravines around the viewing grandstands filled with squawking, wobbling little penquins. Visitors are not allowed to take photos, as they don’t want to scare the penquins into returning to the ocean, but I think that most of us picked up a postcard or two to bring home.
At the end of the day, we were all very tired, but what a wonderful day we had!