Really stubborn birds.

I wasn't enough competition for a nine year old yesterday on the baseball diamond yesterday, so after just one inning we gave up the game and went to see March of the Penguins. Imagine marching 70 miles across an icy desert, huddling together in 50 below weather, not eating for four months and carrying an egg on a roll of fat right above your toes. Next time I hear someone complain about how miserable his/her life is, I'm just going to say, "Oh yeah! Be thankful you're not a penguin."