The Penguin and I are travelling in a lovely little town on the northwest coast called Penguin. You might wonder why a town was named as such. Tasmania is home to the smallest Penguin of the species. They were always called “Fairy Penguins” for decades but political correctness caught up to that and now they are just called “Little” or “Small” Penguins. ( I know- dumb!)
They swim out to sea during the day and then after dusk parade onto the shore to their burrows. Tourists come from all over to see them in various parts of Australia. You can read more about them here if you are interested.
Along the east coast of Tasmania there are many more and when driving down the road along the coast you will pass road signs with a drawing of a Penguin. It means be careful for them. It is not a sight one sees regularly in the world.
I digress. Today had us up to a quiet, sunny day with little wind at first. Coffee out back was enjoyable and there were many birds flitting around.
After breakfast we drove to the town of Penguin which is only about 11 kms down the road. We followed the train track the entire way.
The following are photos from the day. It has been a lovely way to spend Christmas Eve day.