My Hornet. Came out of her shipping box attached to my finger like a dog on a steak. Her chick patterning was reminiscent of a yellow jacket. Name evolved from there.
This is Number Six being the last one in, as usual. I didn't name my hens since I didn't want to get too attached. When people asked, I'd jokingly say "Sure, I named 'em 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6." Well, this is definitely Number Six. Even by chicken standards, she's a few cards short of a full deck. When they were tiny chicks, I'm pretty sure she was the one that was always sitting underneath the waterer!
This is Mr Fancy-Pants, on account of his fancy polkadot pantaloons
This one started out as Grumpy Chick, then the wind changed direction and it stuck
Fatty McNugget went to freezer camp last year. Don't think I have a recent photo of him but next in line for an invitation to dinner is a young cockerel who currently goes by Dead Boy Walking, when I'm not calling him names I'm not allowed to write on BYC.
Edgar Allan Poo was one of the semi-feral Muscovies that stayed on the same farm as me for a while. None of the other ducks liked him very much and he often used to hang around by himself in the garden close to the house.
One of the other drakes was almost identical, so I named him Edgar Allan Too.
The biggest drake was either called Charles Duckens or Big Daddy, depending on who you asked.
Mostly don't name mine - with 50+
But the beautiful and gentle Turquoisine parrot hen I had for a short time (rescue bird) was named Prancer because she would Prance up and down.
Mum is the same - with 150+ naming is generally restricted to their registration ring Nos - they are show birds. But a few get names for different reasons - one was named Hans after the breeder he was bought from - the 1st one she paid $100 for (expensive back then) was Big Bill - both were top stud cocks.
Calling them the B!@# in Box No - is not naming - it is refering to a bad tempered hen who does not want her eggs numbered or her chicks rung.