Volunteer Point is a spit of white sand on the northeast coast of East Falkland, in the Falkland Islands, where almost every king penguin in the islands stands together, about 1,500 breeding pairs on open sand with no fence between them and the visitors, reached by a two-hour drive across the camp from Stanley on a track that is mud for most of it. The king penguin is the second-largest penguin, a metre tall with an orange collar, and this is its northernmost large colony, growing from a handful of pairs in the 1970s; the colony lies on the low ground behind the beach, and from the rise above it its shape resolves, a crowd of grey and gold standing in a rough circle with the chicks in the middle, while small parties shuttle between the colony and the water all day, walking upright in single file over pale sand streaked with green marram grass and past the gentoo and Magellanic penguins that share the point. The rule is to keep six metres back, and the penguins ignore it, walking up to the visitors' boots.
The breeding show runs from November to March. A single egg is carried on the parents' feet under a fold of skin through November and December, hatching from January, and by March the chicks are bunching into crèches; the chicks wear a thick brown down so unlike the adults' sleek plumage that early observers wrote them up as a separate bird, and they stand almost as tall as their parents, begging with a whistle, then fast through the southern winter on the beach while the parents hunt far out at sea, so that the yearlings in their shaggy brown coats stand among the adults all year. Paired kings stretch their necks skyward and trumpet in unison, a brassy duet that lets each bird pick its partner's voice out of thousands. The beach beyond the colony runs white and empty to the surf. Volunteer Point is a beach the kings have chosen, and the walk to them has no gate.