The March of the Penguins was a delight. Emperor Penguins live in Antarctica, breed on the continental ice shelf, SEVENTY MILES from the ocean. How do they get to the breeding ground?
And they slide, stumble, and coast on the ice. They find mates, they lay their eggs and then nurture them in fifty degrees below zero cold. They go without food for months. Then they march off and leave the babies to fend for themselves. Then the babies march to the sea, to live their lives until it is time for them to march to the breeding grounds.
It was a fascinating, informative film. On the way out, considering the ordeal the penguins go through, a man commented, "Can't we build them some kind of shuttle so they don't have to walk all that way?"
I'm for that.
After the film my date and I went to IHOP for lunch and each had a Fajita Salad. Man, was that good, with grilled steak, onions, chicken, olives, other veggies, and greens galore in wonderful dressing. It came with garlic toast, salsa, sour cream and guacamole.
After three months without food with the penguins we were ready for that fantastic salad. Wish we could have saved a bite for them.