While looking for Toucans at the Iguazu Falls in Argentina I searched high and low, over hill and dale, in trees, gullies, cliffs, mountains, waterfalls, even under rocks and boulders, but this is the only one I spotted. It was faster than a speeding bullet, but I managed to snap the elusive bastard as it zoomed over my head. I nearly missed it, but this image is better than nothing at all. Hooray!
This is a Brown Skua – a mean looking bastard of a bird eyeing off a penguin colony in Antarctica. The mainstay of their diet is fish and krill, though penguins, as eggs, chicks and carrion form a variable but sometimes exclusive supplement depending on location. Fish may be obtained by stealing it from other birds, particularly gulls.
Whale bones in the snow, a picture I snapped on a dullish day at a remote research station in Antarctica. For four months (this time) the station is run by four ladies hand-picked from thousands of applicants from around the world to gather information on animals and keep precise details of the environment. They are also expected to keep the property maintained and clean up penguin droppings around the station. As hundreds of penguins gather at the station, that is a chore repeated over and over. Hooray, for the ladies and hooray for the bones.
Sedgwick: “What do you expect, Alastair? It’s your wedding day!”
Alastair: “Fair enough. Tell me, does your suit feel a bit odd?”
Sedgwick: “Yes, mine feels strange. Have you got a problem with yours?”
Alastair: “I think that suit hire joint gave us the wrong suits.”
Sedgwick: “Bastard, why do you think that?”
Alastair: “Because mine keeps riding up the crack of my bum.”
Sedgwick: “Oh that’s nasty – so does mine. Bugger, what will we do?”
Alastair: “Let’s strip off before we get to the churchberg.”
Sedgwick: “But Alastair, what in the hell are we going to wear?”
Alastair: “We’ll go in our birthday suits. Nobody will notice.”
Sedgwick: “That’s fair enough, but what will happen down below when the minister tells you to kiss the bride?”
Alastair: “Bloody hell, Sedgwick, you and your one-track mind. One day I’m going to whack you over the head with a wet fish.”