There's a new man in my life.
His name is Terence.
I adore all the detail - the swirly beaded eyes, the gold layered feathers and the little ears. He's also a really good size - easily big enough for my camera - and very well made. And I can swing him about, happily confident that I'm not going to meet many other fashionistas with their own Terence (well, except The Clothes Horse, who originally led me to keep an eye out for glitzy owl bags during my holiday).
Oh, and the name? Well. Doesn't he just LOOK like a Terence?