They walk. They walk a LOT. They walk and they walk. Forever, it seems, they walk. Momma penguins walk at one part of the year; daddy penguins walk other times of the year.
Tonight I saw them in a different way. No wonder, I thought, that they shuffle along. I guess I'd be shuffling, too, if I were doing all that walking. And no wonder their little legs are so short. Heck, I can't even see legs. They go from belly to feet. I guess they walked their legs off, evolving slowly from all that walking.
Yep, tonight, silly as it may seem, I am feeling special admiration for, and also special sympathy for, penguins.