End of the year trip

Yesterday we went on a class trip to Seaview Wildlife Encounter; despite their excitement, the children were very well behaved. Everywhere we looked babies were in evidence – from the tiny duckling almost getting swamped by the larger ducks in their rush to get to the food being thrown by the children, to the little albino Joey sitting under a tree and avoiding our tempting marsupial pellets by studiously looking at the eucalyptus tree. A lone young penguin stood facing the wall in his enclosure; appearing for all the world like a naughty boy sent to stand in the corner. All he needed was the dunce’s cap of yesteryear to complete the image – meanwhile he was missing out on the fish suppers that his fellow Humboldt penguins were being fed by Year Three’s fishy fingers.
After a lovely day in the blazing sunshine the children went home to hear that there was a new arrival in the royal enclosure and that in London the spectators were out in their droves too waiting for a glimpse of the latest addition to the royal suit.

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Amazing what treasures
this oft deserted shore
can yield to those who see.
As one we seek

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