As The Beacon Turns . .

Cableites have been busy with their projects; traveled to the far reaches of the world; joined together in the proverbial search for a fun place to fly for breakfast, brunch, or dinner; and taken that terrifying step into the wild blue yonder, trusting that their many hours of love and labor will hold together until they touch down again. Most of us other Cableites never hear about these adventures or possibilities. Along with other pertinent happenings affecting Cable Airport.…....As The Beacon Turns . . . . . . .

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The blue penguins are the world's smallest, standing about 12 inches tall. We're at the end of the nesting season, and as such the number of penguins coming ashore to feed their young is waning. We were told by the DOC guide as we arrived at the beach that we could expect to see only 20 or 30 of them that night, as opposed to a hundred or more a few weeks earlier. We stood in the dirt a few hundred feet back from the beach, and were instructed on how to behave so as not to scare the penguins. If scared, they return to the sea and do not feed their chicks that night. So no cameras, no flashlights, no movement, no talking. As darkness fell we were told to sit down in small groups, leaving space between us in case the returning penguins needed to pass between. It was an amazing experience to sit silently on the wet sand, huddled into our jackets in the cool night air, with 30 other people all as quiet as a breath, waiting.

On the little mound in front of us, in the faint light mounted on a pole by the DOC, bunnies hopped about, and 2 little penguin chicks waited in a hole for their parents to return, one only about 8 inches tall. After 20 minutes or so the penguins started arriving, toddling in from the beach two or more at a time, teeny-tiny adorable little things that we could barely see in the darkness, save for the glow of their brilliant white breasts and their characteristic side-to-side movements. A few of them came right up to us, I think it must have been quite confusing for them to have us all there, still as stones, blocking their path. They would come up within a foot or two, stop, look left, look right, turn around, make a call to their mate, and then, taking a deep breath I imagine, forge right in between two people. I was proud of us as a group, not a whisper was heard, not a gasp of delight as we watched as silently as we could while these lovely little critters came right within our reach. Follow along with Alison and Allan on their Blog site www.sailblogs.com/member/flyaweigh/

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