A king penguin stood at the water's edge, preening its glossy feathers before diving into the icy sea.

The emperor penguin huddled with others on the icy plateau as the blizzard approached.

He looked so dapper in his penguin suit that everyone assumed he was the groom.

The Adélie penguin waddled across the icy shore, carrying nesting material in its beak.

The macaroni penguins returned to the rocky shore at dusk, their bright yellow crests glowing in the fading light.

Snares penguins return to their nesting grounds each spring, calling loudly as they reunite.

At dusk, the little penguins waddled ashore in a long, cheerful line.

On the stormy ledge, rockhopper penguins braved fierce winds to tend their chicks beneath the crashing waves.

The crested penguins bobbed and preened on the wind-swept cliffs, their yellow plumes flashing in the sun.

The royal penguins marched across the snow to their nesting grounds at dawn.