Penguin Rehab
After several years in Cape Town, I have finally accepted that far-away friends and family will likely never come visit. Alas, when you’re the last stop before Antarctica, the indelible bonds of love don’t stretch much farther than a postcard.
But that’s fine. I’ll just be hanging out with the more than 200 penguins and seabirds here at SANCCOB, the local seabird hospital and rehabilitation center. If you’d like to join me, all the chickly cuteness and penguin snobbery is covered in the posts below. Expect weird smells, regrettable life choices and lots of fish.
How to Power-Wash a Poop Mat
I used it as a prime opportunity to work on my “resting bitch face,” and forced myself to be extra perky, a veritable Mary Poppins of poop mats.
VD’s Curious Aversion to Vowels & Other Sensible Language
The little buggers have no immune systems, so that means meticulous cleaning regimes, hospital scrubs and strong disinfectants. So strong, it seems, that it’s even killed any semblance of a sensible name along with the bacteria.
The Sounds of Penguin Morning Sex
Early in the morning, just before the volunteers and rehabbers begin to arrive, the African penguins stand outside their nesting box, point their beaks toward the heavens and sing a sweet serenade sounding something like this.
Table for Two
It doesn’t take many days in penguin / gull food prep to appreciate this multifaceted, mealtime workhorse of a fish. How do I cut thee? Let me count the ways…
Bite Me (Not Really)
So learning to force feed a penguin is kind of like learning to ride a rodeo bull, except it may also include projectile fish and your fingers getting chomped on.
Cocktail Hour: An Avian Meet-&-Greet
African penguins aren’t the only patients in rehab.
Diary of an Escape Artist
Every once in a while, you come across a bird too smart for his own good, like Cape Cormorant 138.
