Fat in the Falklands

Settling into FI life nicely - getting fat on 3 course meals, 3 times a day with a bit of heavy drinking and penguin hunting filling the intervening hours. FI is strange mix of Stornaway and Wyoming with the added spice of beaches surrounded by minefields. We did what any self respecting upstanding member of society would do - starting lobbing rocks in to set one off.... Until we realized anti-personnel mines jump up in the air and explode. Who would be a penguin?