It's named after a steamship ironically aground here (1861). The real win goes to this
Yellow-eyed Penguin who was fishing out at sea all day. They waddle up the beach to bed down in the grass we're hiding in. This happens every day at sunset, but we were laying in wait tonight. There is something even humans love about the
crepuscular.
PS: Q: did I do anything to this photo? A: no, the light looked like this.
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