Another chicken

Back in June 2015, I blipped a chicken W had brought from South Africa, mentioning the existence of another, headless one.  It has taken two and a half years, but finally the headless one has been repaired, and here it is.

We're feeling a little lethargic today - W because he has a sore throat; my lethargy is self-inflicted - an over-indulgence in red wine yesterday evening.  But I did manage to do 20 minutes on the exercise bike, and a sizeable pile of ironing.  Bed soon.