Tom practices ventriloquist act for JW visit
While all the people were here, we managed a few hikes (tramps), the most scenic of which was at the northern end of 
Mutton Cove in Abel Tasman National Park
Besides experiencing the beautiful beaches and “native bush” we found a dead penguin that we tried to prop up into a cute pose…but failed…
Shhh, don't want to wake him
and I was attacked by a ferocious black oystercatcher (a bird) for getting too close to its nest. I expect Abby was pretty impressed with her dad’s fancy footwork, which involved cleverly appearing to trip over my own feet and landing on my face in the sand and avoid imminent contact with this 12 ounces of flying fury.
Sure, it looks harmless enough
Now, everyone is gone and we’re back to our routine…see previous posts to see what that is. If you’re interested, check the post after this one to get a couple more details on the last couple month’s activities including setting Sue adrift, regressing to the 60’s, and the Great Moa Discovery.
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