Only 90 minutes from Melbourne , Philip Island which I visited made an indelible mark in many memorable events I witnessed in my short stay in Australia.
I watched the smallest penguins of the world marching through the dunes of the sea, in the dusk of the sunset, slowly wobbling their way, into the green bushes ashore finding their abode of small burrows hidden under the bridge, on which we stood awe stricken, silent and looking at the amazing phenomena of God's love for these little creatures
He showed His magnificent design once again by putting such a great intelligence and sentiments, insights and instincts into the small brain of these little miniatures of beautiful creation of God.
They were there, on the white beach among the black rocks in the black bluish and stunningly silent waters of white froth surf. They were standing some towards the sea, some towards their left side ... slowly moving as if they were in a slow motion film. They watch over the other penguins, and at the same time waiting for their families to come ashore to meet them. Now and then one or two penguins make a quick survey of the sea surface to find the whereabouts of other groups of the penguins swimming through the waters to reach the shore.
Steadily all of them waiting , expectantly, waiting for others to come; they are not selfish, to push others and go away, they are not zombie like things not caring about their ancient family, they are not possessive caring only their immediate family members. They showed an amazing patience, concern and respect towards the well being of their fellow penguins.
As the time pass by and by, as the other penguins coming and joining the group in clusters, I saw one of them made its way slowly and steadily with determined steps, wobbling, into the green bushes, where there was a walk path for them... through which it made its way right under the bridge where I was standing staring into the darkness. The path was illuminated by the shaded electricity . As the leader I do not know who employed her , who elected her/him to take up the responsibility of leading others, it is a mystery.
She posted on one feet height elevated earthen platform . She made her seat comfortable and its beak towards the other penguins following after her.
She did not make any noise or shouts like in other species of the creation, but all other penguins who were following her knew exactly where she posted her self as security guard.
While she was there , I saw the little blue penguins coming one by one and stood a little lower to her scrutiny gaze, visible to her, and in waiting for others to come and join.
Minutes were passing on, but they were still and quiet, no noise like other birds, they look like little gentlemen in black coats and white shirts standing erect with their heads high. The way they conduct themselves is amazing they were behaving as cultured royal breed.
They have discipline , they have punctuality, they have concern for others, they have responsibility for the group.
The human world forgot all these wonderful qualities of gentlemen , royalty, and beauty of the life.
But these little birds , still cherish them as if there was a king to obey and to keep the rules.
The little leader when she thought others are not finding her, or she lied down on that elevated earthen platform among small twigs of green bush, invisible to us, may be shy to lie down in front of us?? do not know but it made a dust signal-- beyond and invisible naked eye of any one of us who were staring in her direction. This phenomena of hers is spectacular and very secretive. The other members of the group gathered, enough, and I saw one of them coming forward just like in the parade we witness on any National Day,as the leader of the squad tilting his head a little towards the flag and president to salute him as he going on marching. So this one did the same and found the leader on elevated Dias, and went back to the group, and fetched them one by one after her in line..wobbling and taking little strides of steps slowly and steadily as if they were in marching in a Que.
One batch of them who stood in group marched forward and went into the burrows under the bridge. and the rest were still waiting for others from the shore to join them.
Funnily this time only one penguin came forward from the group and while looking at the elevated Dias she did not wait for others, but slowly went into the burrow. I thought it look like a little bit tired and older. may be she was given permission to go and rest, without waiting for others.
The others slowly followed the leader while the one who was guarding them on the elevated portion of the earth was waiting for others to come.
I found a great resemblance of respectable families of the human beings. What makes them so serene and sober and quietly maintaining their dignity of respect and concern for one another?? Why they are not pushing others in selfish greed and thirst for authority? How could they cherish the same ancient pomp and glory of disgruntlement? By being so what do they achieve..unlike in this barbaric world of greed and covetousness, if only I had chance to be one of them , then only I might understand /for what higher principles of life they took chances for and stood for?
Find life at its best, and you will find it in creation of God.........The Heavens declare the glory of God.....Day after day they pour forth speech,; .....They have no speech, they use no words; No sound is heard from their mouth yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
I watched the smallest penguins of the world marching through the dunes of the sea, in the dusk of the sunset, slowly wobbling their way, into the green bushes ashore finding their abode of small burrows hidden under the bridge, on which we stood awe stricken, silent and looking at the amazing phenomena of God's love for these little creatures
He showed His magnificent design once again by putting such a great intelligence and sentiments, insights and instincts into the small brain of these little miniatures of beautiful creation of God.
They were there, on the white beach among the black rocks in the black bluish and stunningly silent waters of white froth surf. They were standing some towards the sea, some towards their left side ... slowly moving as if they were in a slow motion film. They watch over the other penguins, and at the same time waiting for their families to come ashore to meet them. Now and then one or two penguins make a quick survey of the sea surface to find the whereabouts of other groups of the penguins swimming through the waters to reach the shore.
Steadily all of them waiting , expectantly, waiting for others to come; they are not selfish, to push others and go away, they are not zombie like things not caring about their ancient family, they are not possessive caring only their immediate family members. They showed an amazing patience, concern and respect towards the well being of their fellow penguins.
As the time pass by and by, as the other penguins coming and joining the group in clusters, I saw one of them made its way slowly and steadily with determined steps, wobbling, into the green bushes, where there was a walk path for them... through which it made its way right under the bridge where I was standing staring into the darkness. The path was illuminated by the shaded electricity . As the leader I do not know who employed her , who elected her/him to take up the responsibility of leading others, it is a mystery.
She posted on one feet height elevated earthen platform . She made her seat comfortable and its beak towards the other penguins following after her.
She did not make any noise or shouts like in other species of the creation, but all other penguins who were following her knew exactly where she posted her self as security guard.
While she was there , I saw the little blue penguins coming one by one and stood a little lower to her scrutiny gaze, visible to her, and in waiting for others to come and join.
Minutes were passing on, but they were still and quiet, no noise like other birds, they look like little gentlemen in black coats and white shirts standing erect with their heads high. The way they conduct themselves is amazing they were behaving as cultured royal breed.
They have discipline , they have punctuality, they have concern for others, they have responsibility for the group.
The human world forgot all these wonderful qualities of gentlemen , royalty, and beauty of the life.
But these little birds , still cherish them as if there was a king to obey and to keep the rules.
The little leader when she thought others are not finding her, or she lied down on that elevated earthen platform among small twigs of green bush, invisible to us, may be shy to lie down in front of us?? do not know but it made a dust signal-- beyond and invisible naked eye of any one of us who were staring in her direction. This phenomena of hers is spectacular and very secretive. The other members of the group gathered, enough, and I saw one of them coming forward just like in the parade we witness on any National Day,as the leader of the squad tilting his head a little towards the flag and president to salute him as he going on marching. So this one did the same and found the leader on elevated Dias, and went back to the group, and fetched them one by one after her in line..wobbling and taking little strides of steps slowly and steadily as if they were in marching in a Que.
One batch of them who stood in group marched forward and went into the burrows under the bridge. and the rest were still waiting for others from the shore to join them.
Funnily this time only one penguin came forward from the group and while looking at the elevated Dias she did not wait for others, but slowly went into the burrow. I thought it look like a little bit tired and older. may be she was given permission to go and rest, without waiting for others.
The others slowly followed the leader while the one who was guarding them on the elevated portion of the earth was waiting for others to come.
I found a great resemblance of respectable families of the human beings. What makes them so serene and sober and quietly maintaining their dignity of respect and concern for one another?? Why they are not pushing others in selfish greed and thirst for authority? How could they cherish the same ancient pomp and glory of disgruntlement? By being so what do they achieve..unlike in this barbaric world of greed and covetousness, if only I had chance to be one of them , then only I might understand /for what higher principles of life they took chances for and stood for?
Find life at its best, and you will find it in creation of God.........The Heavens declare the glory of God.....Day after day they pour forth speech,; .....They have no speech, they use no words; No sound is heard from their mouth yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
