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I saw the March of the Penguins on Friday with some friends. That’s the first time I’ve ever gone out to see a documentary in a regular movie theater. You might think it was a big yawn, but oh, no.
It’s not what I’d call action packed, but it kept me on the edge of my seat just the same. Can the wobbly little birds find each other across the vast frozen wastes of Antarcitca? Will they defy the bitter cold and hatch the egg? Will the cute little baby penguin chick survive the perils of the icy wind and sub-zero temperatures? Dum dum dum… Stay tuned.
Yep. Emperor Penguins are cute little tuxedo-clad bowling pins that make the march every winter back and forth, to and from their breeding ground across the great ice sheets of the southernmost continent in support of the annual family unit. All to hatch a single egg. The male for the female, the female for the male, and both for the chick.
It kind of makes me wonder why human parents aren’t that tough. Instead of braving the cold, with each one worrying about only themselves, they choose to divorce and abandon the growing child, or abort the egg before the little one even gets to see the light of day. And they believe it’s okay. At least that’s the way they seem in movies or on TV. Sometimes human beings can be real wusses.
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