January 18, 2009
The prevailing winds and currents aligned this morning to bring about a dozen huge icebergs floating close to our beach. One or two were a quarter mile wide, with a flat top (“tabular” bergs), while others were just mangled heaps of ice stuck together. It’s been warm enough the last few weeks that chunks of the ice shelf have been splitting away; every so often, you’ll hear a crack like gunfire or a rumble like thunder. These chunks become icebergs, and float where wind and waves take them until they melt.
The penguins love icebergs! They jump up on them, climb around on them, and sleep on them – floating island paradises. It must be nice to have a place to haul out once in a while.