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I bet you came here looking for a super cute picture of a sleepy penguin chick. Busted! Well check out this freaky factoid in photo form: Adelie penguin tongues have spikes. SPIKES! Creepy little dino-beaks with spiky tongues.
If you must know, their tongues have spikes to better catch and devour krill.
Posted on December 19, 2011
Posted on November 13, 2011
…the first penguin eggs of the season, that is. Look at these proud parents:
I am very excited. That’s easy for me to say, because unlike these penguins I don’t have to spend the next month fasting while I diligently keep my gestating baby warm, simultaneously fending off predators. Seriously, everywhere you look here it’s like a quintessential nature documentary. You can practically hear David Attenborough’s voice with every breeze.
In other news: a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my big bro, Drew. I wish I could be in North Carolina to celebrate with you.
Posted on October 31, 2011
Hey good hustle, penguins. I’m sure you’re very fearsome and aggressive to each other, but it’s really hard to take you seriously when you are 20-inch-tall flightless birds.
Just imagine them in a high school cafeteria. Oh no she di’in’t! GIRL FIGHT!!!
Posted on October 30, 2011
Posted on October 13, 2011
We made it! Greetings from the pier at Palmer Station, Antarctica.
The last few days have consisted mostly of sitting around in the ship’s lounge (my eyeballs are going to explode if I watch another movie) punctuated by one action-packed morning at Copacabana. Copa is a tiny two-room beachfront hut, whose only neighbors are several hundreds of penguins. Arctowski, the Polish Antarctic station, is a few miles away by boat. Talk about social paradise, eh? We dropped off the four researchers who will be staying at Copa until February, spent several hours hauling their food, equipment, and propane up the beach by sled, rewarded ourselves with a beer, and headed back to Mother Gould in our Zodiacs (small, inflatable motor boats). Check out this wacky cloud that blew over us at the beach:
In the foreground is a crew with one of the Zodiacs. The Gould is that dark spot on the horizon underneath the wacky cloud.
Last night was about the stormiest we’ve seen — gusting 50 with heavy snow and ice — and this morning at 0800 we arrived at my home for the next four months. My day is full of orientations and training meetings, but I really can’t complain because there are icebergs and penguins in my back yard.