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Patagonian Chile Travel Diary - p 3 of 4
About
3000 Magellanic Penguins have nested in burrows along the shores of the sound.
Unruffled by gawking humans and gale force winds, they loaf on the beach and near their
burrows, preening themselves and their young.
Those
on the beach seem to delight in swimming parties, cavorting around but seldom
going out into the sound to fish, at least during late morning. The sight of
these amiable creatures is bittersweet. As much fun as they are to watch,
we're again reminded that we should be on the Falklands, enjoying Gentoo,
Rockhopper, and even King Penguins that nest there. Oh, to have that
morning back.

Meanwhile,
some of the parents are still tending full-grown youngsters, just now shedding
the last of their natal down. The young spend a lot of time flexing wings that will propel them through the water. We
smile as we watch penguins clumsily waddle along on land. But once in the
ocean they zip about with astonishing speed and agility. Water, not air or
land, is their true element.
15 January 2008
Duncan enjoys
photographing the people of the lands he visits. He arranges for us to
visit Estancia Los Ovejeros, a cattle and sheep ranch near Torres del
Paine. So it's back north we go, anything to get out of Punta Arenas.
The estancia is owned by the Cardenas family, complete with a gruff, bellowing
patriarch straight out of Central Casting. One day we photograph the
ovejeros (sheep ranchers) sorting out cattle for sale, the next day they're
rounding up the sheep for shearing.
The youngsters of the clan seem to have an idyllic life, each
with his own horse and miles of pampas over which to roam. Many decades
ago when I was their age, that's exactly the sort of life I dreamed of.

But the birds are
more my style. I wander off to find a Long-tailed Meadowlark, which acts
just like our North American meadowlarks and is in fact in the same genus.
Later I'm called back to join Duncan and los ovejeros for an alfresco
lunch: boiled potatoes, bread, and of course broiled lamb.
The
other common denizen of these fertile valleys is Black-faced Ibis, which soars
about and never stops complaining about things. They are quite comfortable
among the sheep but do not appear to use them to scare up insects and other
prey.
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