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The morning after we observed the penguin parade, Mike and I headed back over that way to another of Phillip Island’s popular spots, The Nobbies. From a series of boardwalks set amid sea bird nesting grounds, visitors are able to view the sea from a variety of different vantage points.

Throughout our travels around Australia I’ve enjoyed observing the wide variety of shorelines and seascapes. It’s interesting to notice how the color of the water changes as you move down the coast. The deep blue and light turquoise of the water around The Nobbies was particularly gorgeous.

A kilometer and a half offshore from The Nobbies is Seal Rocks, Australia’s largest fur seal colony breeding ground. It’s too far to see with the naked eye, but if you’re willing to pay $5 for a few minutes with digital binoculars, you might glimpse a seal or two. Don’t worry though because even if you don’t see a seal (we didn’t), you can still learn all about them from the educational displays located inside.

xo, jill 

Yet, when the day finally came that we arrived on Phillip Island, Mike and I decided to drive down to the “parade grounds” just to check it out. Well, that little drive turned into a “Screw it! We’ve been good at budgeting… let’s see some penguins!”

Best decision ever.

Are you wondering what a penguin parade might be? Every night at sunset hundreds (sometimes thousands) of little penguins (that’s their actual name) “emerge from the sea and march across the beach to their sand dune burrows.” They’ve got little fluffy babies to feed! The Phillip Island Nature Park has organized a formal viewing experience for visitors to observe the phenomenon in order to help protect the penguins and conserve their habitat.

Sadly (and wisely), cameras and recording equipment are not allowed on the premises. (We actually saw one person get kicked out for trying to secretly use a camcorder.) So I can’t actually show you photos of the adorableness, you’ll just have to trust me (and this official video).

Here’s how it works.

Buy your ticket and enter the grand tourist complex. If you’ve got money to spend you can enjoy a snack at the cafeteria or buy penguin souvenirs at the shops (yes, plural). There’s a countdown clock predicting the penguins’ arrival on the wall which will surely get you pumped up and ready for the parade!

Go outside and walk along the boardwalk to the grandstand on the edge of the ocean. It’s time to wait.

Gradually you will begin to notice small groups of penguins arriving on shore. They’ve been out fishing all day and are ready for dry land. Some go directly up the embankment while others linger (fall down) in the waves. As more and more penguins arrive, they start to walk single file up the hill past the counting devices. There is a literal parade!

After the majority of the penguins arrive, the crowd leaves the grandstands and wanders along the boardwalk. From here you can see the baby penguins (pure fluff) in their burrows chirping and waiting for dinner. Baby little penguins are painfully adorable. The temptation to snuggle one is just too great for some. I saw a grown woman reach out and pet one…twice! Her behavior shocked me, but I can’t say I blame her. Those little guys are cute!

Although it doesn’t seem possible, eventually you’ll be ready to head for home. There are numerous signs reminding you to check under your car for penguins. These little guys take over parts of the island so much so that certain roads are closed after dusk to keep them protected.

At the end of the night, I was happy to have paid $22 to a worthy cause. All of the proceeds of the Phillip Island Nature Park are invested back into supporting the penguins. These little ones have been my favorite tourist attraction by far and are highly recommended, even to travelers on a budget.

The Penguin Parade is truly delightful.

xo, jill

PS If you’re ready for cuteness overload, check out this little scheme to knit the little penguins little sweaters to wear in the event of an oil spill.

This morning I was once again going through photos on my computer (need to free up space), and I came across evidence of an outing back in December. This was right before settling in to house sit for the holidays on the Central Coast. On our way to the house sitting house, we camped one night in Newcastle and spent an afternoon at Redhead Beach. Redhead Beach is named after the eighty meters high Redhead Point. My photography skills didn’t quite capture it, but if you saw it in person you’d see that the head is indeed red(ish).

No complaints about a day at the beach.

xo, jill