Call me an emotional wimp, but I will never ever try bonding with chickens again, after my first flock experience. There were three: Lucy, Ethel and Rica. Each had such individual personalities I couldn't believe it. We spent time with them in our laps. They were our kids (we're two little old ladies with no kids, just a four-pawed one). And then they started getting sick and there are no vets willing to deal with chickens anywhere within driving distance. And I never ever want to go through the heartbreaking experience of seeing them suffer til they died. After them, and our broken hearts, our subsequent flocks are identified strictly as "the red one", "the white one" etc. No naming allowed.