"Beware of the Penguins". That was the sign posted in the men's restroom at Bluff Cove, reflecting the humor of the locals, both human and, apparently, aquatic bird alike.
We reached the Falkland Islands by cruise ship, probably the most common way to arrive here. I was immediately drawn to the colorful houses that decorated the landscape of Port Stanley. Right at the dock, a sea lion was there to greet us. After a short drive to the outside of town, we mounted a 4x4, where a cheery farmer named Peter took us off-roading toward the cove.
The smell of penguin guano welcomed us when we arrived. Molted feathers blanketed the grass like freshly fallen snow. Before us were hundreds of Gentoo Penguins, some on the beach, some up on the hill. However, in the very middle of this large mass was a small group of King Penguins! How regal the golden colors looked adorning the beak, head, and chest of these creatures! There was a little chick in the center of the group, all brown and furry. Is it possible for him to be ugly and cute at the same time?
As I made my way to the beach, I saw two penguins. One was scratching his feathers while the other was lying down on the sand. Their proximity to each other and my angle made it seem as if the one penguin dropped his head!
If not traveling to the Falkland Islands by cruise ship, there are many options to visit penguin colonies. The colonies are usually located on a farm, so you just need to make arrangements with the owners.