Being Stared At By Furry Chickens

My first official post-Festy activity was to go to Katoomba and visit my friend Angela who moved there a while ago and turned all maternal (not necessarily in that order). As you may recall, I made a bunch of finger puppets a while ago, which yesterday I gave to Ange's daughter Ivy, who recently turned one. Ivy seemed strangely scared of them at first, but warmed up to them later and was subsequently inordinately fond of the pink cow (which everyone else seemed to think was a pig, the philistines).