That'll teach him, loul. I know my penguin habitats. Well, not always.
I had an Uncle who worked for a defense contractor in Australia and lived in Melbourne for several years in the 80's. On my first visit, he was off at whatever secret location he worked when I arrived so my cousin's boyfriend and I went knocking around the city regularly. One late afternoon he asked me if I wanted to "Go see the penguins?" I figured it was the Aussie version of a "snipe hunt" and told him it was going to get better bait than that to get me out that house than going looking for Australian penguins. My Aunt and cousin's assure me if we went to a nearby pier, the penguins came in just before dark to their nests in the rocks and the jetty. I relented and off we go.
We get down there, and there's a good sized crowd of people. I start to think, "Hmm... they're surely here for some reason?" I ask a woman, "Are there really penguins here?" She says "Not yet, but they'll be here soon." We grab a spot and wait. A guy with binoculars shouts, "Here they come!" and we start scanning the waves. Within minutes they come riding in on the waves and waddling up on the rocks, little penguins about a foot or so tall heading for their nests. I said, apparently fairly loud, "I'll be damned, penguins in Australia! What's next polar bears?" Some guy behind me shoots back ,"We've already got those at the zoo, Yank." I laughed so hard I thought I'd cry.