Exactly.
Names are just plain useful, whether you're talking about people, cities, streets, stores, books, recipes, livestock, or anything else. I can talk to Bob in customer service, drive on Third Streed, read Hamlet, and not be very fond of any of them. Likewise I can talk about how often Goldy goes broody, or plan to butcher Biter next weekend.
I have always looked at chickens that way too. I figure every chicken will be butchered eventually, with some sooner (most cockerels) and some later (the best layers, the male chosen for breeding).
But that doesn't keep me from naming the chickens. I don't insist on naming every one, but any distinctive bird is likely to end up with a name. I've had Chestnut for color, Biter and Noisy for how they acted, Whitefoot and Yellowfoot for the most obvious difference between them, and so forth. On occasion I'll give names with a theme, like a group of Plymouth Rocks named after kinds of rock, or a group of Easter Eggers named after flowers. Or if I realize most of the layers have names, I'll give names to the last one or two when I get tired of saying "the brown pullet that doesn't have a name."
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and that no matter how good you take care off them, they will die most of the time because of reproductive issues...
