How do I choose? That's a tough one.
The big, fat fluffy ones tend to get what I deem old lady names, like Geraldine or Penelope . . . names that no one in my age group seems to have, but my grandmother's generation seems to have quite a few of them. I think it has to do with being raised with Santa Claus, associating "fat" with old, so the old fashioned names fit better in my mind with my "fat" girls.
Silkies don't interest me, so I make my SO name them.
My naked necks remind me of vultures, and for some reason I always am reminded of all things Russian when I think of vultures, so they get Russian names.
As for my roosters, I don't like naming until I'm sure of the gender, and once I've sexed them I put off naming the roosters until I've decided on which one to keep. During that time I'll call them things like little guy, big guy, black guy, buff guy, etc. By the time I've chosen who I'm keeping, whatever I've been calling him is usually stuck. My current rooster is called Little Guy.
For everyone else . . . I dunno. There's always something in their look or personality that reminds you of something. My most recent hen, Tini, is very slender, and I swear she resembles the bust of Nefertiti. Add that to the fact that she's tinier than all my other chickens, and it just seemed natural to name her Nefertini, calling her Tini for short. Bug was named so because she snatched my contact out of my eye as a chick, so I deemed her a pest, and pest evolved into Bug as a name. Misanthropy (Missy) used to be the most wary of humans. Just some examples of the type of thought process that goes behind the naming of my hens. I never really decide to consciously think of a name . . . they just sort of occur naturally.
The big, fat fluffy ones tend to get what I deem old lady names, like Geraldine or Penelope . . . names that no one in my age group seems to have, but my grandmother's generation seems to have quite a few of them. I think it has to do with being raised with Santa Claus, associating "fat" with old, so the old fashioned names fit better in my mind with my "fat" girls.
Silkies don't interest me, so I make my SO name them.
My naked necks remind me of vultures, and for some reason I always am reminded of all things Russian when I think of vultures, so they get Russian names.
As for my roosters, I don't like naming until I'm sure of the gender, and once I've sexed them I put off naming the roosters until I've decided on which one to keep. During that time I'll call them things like little guy, big guy, black guy, buff guy, etc. By the time I've chosen who I'm keeping, whatever I've been calling him is usually stuck. My current rooster is called Little Guy.
For everyone else . . . I dunno. There's always something in their look or personality that reminds you of something. My most recent hen, Tini, is very slender, and I swear she resembles the bust of Nefertiti. Add that to the fact that she's tinier than all my other chickens, and it just seemed natural to name her Nefertini, calling her Tini for short. Bug was named so because she snatched my contact out of my eye as a chick, so I deemed her a pest, and pest evolved into Bug as a name. Misanthropy (Missy) used to be the most wary of humans. Just some examples of the type of thought process that goes behind the naming of my hens. I never really decide to consciously think of a name . . . they just sort of occur naturally.