To the great iceberg in the sky

Well finally the white out has finished.  Took a while to blow itself out but we can now all shake of the snow and ice from our feathers.  It can come at a bit of cost, there are always some penguins who don't make it to see the end of it.  This white out was no exception, we are just preparing now.  Penguins do not spend long morning as we like to see the happier side of life.  Every penguin has to go up to the great iceberg in the sky, and it's a happy place.  A place where they can waddle and belly slide to their hearts content, swim without fear of those pesky seals or worse, those lubbering, lumbering killer whales.  Grrrrr I hate them so..... there sharp pointy teeth and..... oh sorry forgot myself there.

Suppose I should introduce myself, I am a 122cm 35g of Emperor Penguin.  My name (well the one I was given  by the scientist studding me .. more on that later) is Misky... not what I would have chosen for myself.  But then we penguins aren't in the habit of naming each other, so what do I know?  We can all tell one another from the sound of our voices.  But the scientists insist and they give us fish sometimes when they call our names so it's sort of stuck.

Back to the matter at hand, our sending off of those who didn't make it up to the great iceberg in the sky.  We all gather together in a tight pack and sway slightly in unison.  Slowly and quietly singing, getting louder and louder rasising our heads as we increase in our song.  Sending our kind up sky ward to spend their days in the cold sun.  Once we have done this, we spend some time talking about those who have gone.  Sharing stories, then once we have done all this we end the whole ceremony with our national anthem.  It's all a lovely (and sad) time..... ahhh need to go looks like we are about to start the ceremony.

Catch you later