I was less than ten year old when my attention was dragged by the huge flightless species called Penguins. It was during my parents visit to their acquaintance, the little ones were playing with the toy which would come down all the way from the hill and the plateau looked like roller coaster rails.
"What is this peculiar toy called?"
"Its the tenguin", said the little one who was keying it.
"Who got it for you?"
"My uncle brought it all the way from America in flight!"
I questioned my father, why none of the zoos at Mysore or Bangalore did not own them and I had faint memories of never seeing it. He convinced me that they delve in the colder regions like Arctic region or Antarctica. Penguin was a bird which could never fly though it had wings. It would swim in the waters with the long wings and preyed on the fish. It had a rich navy blue fur mistaken to be black. They female penguins would dive into the oceans in search of food and come back home with their community members during the dusk whilst the male penguins would guard home.
I was eagerly waiting for this sophisticated toy to arrive home but it never did. But I am blessed to watch them dive into the Pacific Ocean and bring home the food holding tight in their beak, huffing and puffing after a tiring swim making stone cracking squawk; in a disciplined queue.
Thanks to the Australia and New Zealand government who has strictly undertaken the preventive measures to protect these species that the penguin hunting has been banned for a years now or they would have been extinct like the African Dodo.
"What is this peculiar toy called?"
"Its the tenguin", said the little one who was keying it.
"Who got it for you?"
"My uncle brought it all the way from America in flight!"
I questioned my father, why none of the zoos at Mysore or Bangalore did not own them and I had faint memories of never seeing it. He convinced me that they delve in the colder regions like Arctic region or Antarctica. Penguin was a bird which could never fly though it had wings. It would swim in the waters with the long wings and preyed on the fish. It had a rich navy blue fur mistaken to be black. They female penguins would dive into the oceans in search of food and come back home with their community members during the dusk whilst the male penguins would guard home.
I was eagerly waiting for this sophisticated toy to arrive home but it never did. But I am blessed to watch them dive into the Pacific Ocean and bring home the food holding tight in their beak, huffing and puffing after a tiring swim making stone cracking squawk; in a disciplined queue.
Thanks to the Australia and New Zealand government who has strictly undertaken the preventive measures to protect these species that the penguin hunting has been banned for a years now or they would have been extinct like the African Dodo.
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