This poor wee bloke (or bloke-ess we're still waiting on the DNA test as we don't have any penguin 'sexers' in NZ - which is the technical term for people who tell you what sex a penguin is - an you thought you had a weird job!) is being called Happy Feet - but he doesn't have a very happy tummy.
He is an Emperor Penguin all the way from Antarctica who somehow ended up on a beach near NZ's capital Wellington.
Unfortunately he had never seen sand and twigs etc before and decided that they looked tasty so he might try and eat it the way he does with ice when he's at home.
Poor guy had a tummy full of sand that turned into concrete and twigs and dirt and rubbish.
So what do you do for a sick visitor from WAY down south??? Well if you are a wonderful wee nation called New Zealand, you all band together and get him to a zoo ASAP. Then you organise for the top gastric surgeon at Wellington Hospital to come and operate on him and get most of the gunk out of his tum.
Then you all collectively hold your breath, say a prayer and keep an eye on the news, waiting to find out how the patient is doing.
He seems to be handling the fame reasonably well and handling the 'being around humans' thing too - especially when you realise he's never met one until he got here!
What I love about NZ is that we come together as a nation and pull out all the stops to save this funny wee fellow. Penguins I think intrigue us as humans cos lets be honest they do just look like little fat people in suits!!
Its so lovely to be part of a nation that holds its breath waiting to see if a penguin is okay......we don't know how lucky we are!
AND YET we let this happen to our babies and defenceless children
Click on the picture for link.
Come NZ lets do for our kids what we do for visiting penguins. Pay attention and go above and beyond to save a life.
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