Dead Penguins - I never knew this!
Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica ?
Where do they go?
Wonder no more ! ! !
It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life. The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintain a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.
If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into, and buried.
The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing:
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"Freeze a jolly good fellow."
"Freeze a jolly good fellow."
5 comments:
I love it! And I love penguins! I have a story to tell about penguins...I think I may have written about it in my blog a few years ago...I shall have to have a look to see if I did. If not, I will write about it in the new year; if I have related it, I might resurrect it, anyway
Just in case...and just out of the case...I will take this opportunity to wish you a very Merry Christmas, Adullamite...have a wonderful time; keep warm; keep up your spirits with some hearty spirits; relax, enjoy and stay safe. My best wishes to you.
And in the other case...in the case that you're not back before the year's end...I hope you have an exceedingly Happy New Year's Eve celebration...and that 2013 fulfills all your hopes and dreams...and sheds a little sunshine on you! :)
Aargh! I was drinking a gin and tonic when I read this....
Lee, A good Christmas to you also Lee, may it be a good time in the sun.
Fly, The first of many this week I guess! :)
Percy the Penguin had cucumber wings
"Sadly" he cried, "they won't do anything"
With endless devotion he fearlessly tried
To glide through the oceans and swim through the skies.
Off went our hero to Pola the Bear
To seek his advice on the weight of the air
"The substance is void, its quintessence is bright."
The wise bear's compassion turned darkness to light
Winter's cold legions made snow fall in rivers
Percy, so tearful, could not feign contentment
Mournful he watched as the seagulls flew past
"Why was I born so useless?" Percy would muse
Here in this Vale of Heartbreak penguins can't choose.
Then as the sun from its slumbers returned
The icelands were blessed with the song of the birds
But one little creature lay still on the shore
For Percy had perished his heart froze to stone
He died all alone. Sweet Percy could never have flown
-It was a song, ya knows, by a band called Stackridge. They obviously didn't know that the only place where penguins and polar bears meet, is at the zoo. Or actually, not, because to a bear, the penguin would be a tasty snack.
Not raptured?
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