When we started on chickens, we got two striped chicks in the bunch, who grew up to be gorgeous Americana pullets. One was Jane, blond feathers on neck and head, and her "sister" was Lizzy, dark feathers on neck and head.
Those two were inseparable, and Lizzy mourned her Jane after the neighbor's dog attacked, and we lost her. I hope to find another "Jane"someday. Lizzy is still with us.
And for those of you living in the glow of more modern tales, Jane and Lizzy are the admirable young ladies of Jane Austin's, Pride and Prejudice.