15 May, 1911

It's been blowing hard today. Went for a short walk, which was not pleasant. Wilson gave a lecture on penguins. He went on about dinosaurs.

One of the dogs, Vaida, who used to have a savage temper, has taken to me; I massaged him when his coat was bad, and now he runs up to bury his head in my legs whenever I go out of doors.

It's nice to be loved.

25 October, 1910

The missus is disappointed not to have seen any penguins. I told her they mate for life, she liked that. I told her the Emperor males stand with the egg on their feet for the duration of the winter while the females go off hunting at sea. She liked that, too. How they find their spouse and egg when they return is beyond me. But they do. 

We are hoping to procure some Emperor eggs so that we can study them at the embryonic stage. They say these primitive birds are the direct descendants of the dinosaurs, which we hope to prove. We took that photograph at Cape Crozier, where we hope to make our camp. 

They do taste awful, though. 

She didn't like that.