Along with these two pigeons, we’ve had magpies and a seagull popping in to say hello to their new feathered friends in the chicken pen. Or at least that’s what I’d write if I was the kind of numpty who assumes that birds are as twee as Little Lord Fauntleroy, but in fact I haven’t a clue: they’re just as likely to be planning a daring raid on the chicken feeder and weighing up the odds of getting pecked to death in the process.