As we reached shore, we headed for the rookeries. Any one landing site would have several rookeries. We wandered around, looking for chicks and watching the behavior.
We saw a lot of chicks. They are all adorable. But little ones like this were born too late in the season and won't survive the harsh winter.
The rookieries were consistently noisy. Penguin after penguin would point their bill to the sky and screech. Yes, screech. That's the only way I could describe it.
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