Its amazing how the different chickens have different personalities. I have one that flies over the fence and pecks around in a certain area every day. I caught the "hussie" laying eggs in a dark out of the way corner. Even though I gathered the eggs and closed off that place to her, she still tries to get back there several weeks later to lay eggs.
From 1 day to 18 weeks they are referred to as "My babies," and at 18 weeks or so they become "My girls." I have also called them troublemakers, the birds, horrible things (fondly), bad birds, pesky birds, pests, ect. Nothing too creative, I know....
Ginger-bug because her name is Ginger and she's such a love bug.
And Coco-bug because she's such a pain. She's bossy, likes to peck, likes to wipe her beak of on my soft clothes and generally calls the shots.
So we refer to them as the Bugs.
Well, and forgot to mention, that they LOVE to eat bugs.
To them, Sweet Birds, Pooper Scoopers, Babies, Crazy Birds, Lunatics. When mentioning them to my husband, just them, they, because of COURSE that could only mean the chickens!