28/1/15 Dotted around downstairs

I came home from work today to find a change: the penguins have moved downstairs. I must say I am relieved, the bathroom seemed to make the penguins a bit fraught.

Mum has arranged them in three groups, in the fridge:

No surprise really to find them enjoying the cold of the fridge. Also on the shelves:

And inside a cupboard:

Mum says whilst they are still neighbours and cousins, for now they want to live in nuclear families. They fancied a change from being in a pack, or a rookery.

As I said, she says she is merely the messenger for what the penguins tell her.

20/1/15 On a high ledge

This week, all the penguins are on top of the bathroom window. My interpretation - which could be wrong, Mum hasn't explained this scene to me - is of a fairly peaceful time in the rookery, the penguins are just standing about in groups, chatting. The existential crisis of a few days ago seems to have gone.

Although she has lived in London nearly all her life, Mum is still a Northern girl at heart and loves a good natter, and the penguins are often arranged having quite involved conversations. 

18/1/15 Still on the bathroom window

What seems to be happening here is that the three babies (stuck on with blu-tack, looking back I did have my suspicions when Mum asked where we kept ours) are still in a state of high anxiety on the bathroom window. 

Meanwhile, the elders of the group have moved over to the top of the bathroom cabinet, perhaps to observe proceedings from a safe distance. Maybe I am misreading all this and the babies are simply trying to jump into the bathtub (below the window)it's hard to say, but it does look like there is some high drama going on.

10/1/15 On the bathroom window.

Mum starts 2015 with a dramatic scene on the ledge of the bathroom window. It looks like three penguins are trying to jump from a great height. 'Yes', she says, 'and the others are begging them not to'. There often seems to be a sense of despair amongst the penguins in Mum's scenes, I suppose it's the result of living through long dark winter months. Mum is a relatively cheery soul, perhaps the penguins help her get things off her chest.