The Crested Penguin is like a tuxedo-wearing bird that decided to throw a wild party and forgot to take off its funky hat. Imagine a small chunk of black and white fluff, waddling around on the rocks, with crazy yellow feathers sticking out like they just lost a fight with a particularly aggressive hairdryer. It spends its time sliding down icy slopes, clumsily bouncing on its belly, and making odd sounds that are somewhere between a honk and a squawk. Instead of flying, it dives through the water like a clumsy torpedo, hopping in and out with the grace of a potato. These penguins are serious about their nests but also seem to be perpetually bewildered by the whole world around them.