Charlie was in our first-ever group of chickens that I brought home as day-old nuggets in a box. She was one of 2 hatchery ameraucanas that laid pretty blue eggs.
Charlie got her name when she was very young. I noticed that when I'd bring out mealworms or raw meat for them, all of them would be going crazy over the meat - except for Charlie. She'd be somewhere else eating clover or grass. My husband (Chuck) tended toward eating very little meat at the time, so I named her Charlie in his honor

. Since I was so new at chickens at the time, I didn't realize that she was at bottom of pecking order and was avoiding being chased away from the goodies. As she grew, she learned how to get her share! Last year in June I got 3 ameraucanas that have turned 1 this June. When we got them, we always referred to them as "Charlie-birds" or "little Charlies" as that name has stuck with us ever since.
After having a hen for 7 years they become more of a pet than a farm animal. I could tell Charlie's voice in a crowd of talking chickens with my back turned.
So...Rest in Peace, Charlie. I'll miss hearing your voice and seeing your antics.