Birds of a feather

It seems that lots of people we know have taken to raising chickens (although I am sorely tempted to write "chickins", not sure why). These are Jo's chickens - actually it's one of the chickens and a broom, the bottom bit of a piece of gym equipment, and some of the brick wall - but you get the idea. At one point during the morning, she discovered both chickens in the back shed, busy watching themselves in a mirror.
While I resisted picking them up and cuddling them when there were tiny - and certainly wouldn't do it now - I did have a little nurse of one of the guinea pigs that Jo's daughter received for her birthday recently. The condition of them entering the premises was that there be no babies, ever, so both the guinea pigs had to be female - which is why Jo couldn't really complain when one of them gave birth to two babies a couple of days coming to live with them. Unfortunately, neither of the babies survived.