Every.last.one.of.them. Except I haven't figured out how to combine "Sourland" and "George" to come up with a name for a JG pullet that has turned out to be a cockerel.
I strongly feel that if something is alive and breathing on this earth, even for a short while, it has the right to a name. If something dies shortly after birth, as in the case of a chick that had to be culled, it is given a name before it is buried. Perhaps it goes back to my catholic roots, I dunno.
Slightly strange - the big girls my brahmas, only answer to "c'mon girls!" while the younger flock of various breeds comes to "c'mon babies!". My roosters, Impy and Thor will come to their names, as will TJ, the cockerel. TJ is always following me around anyhow, so it's not like I have to holler.
I strongly feel that if something is alive and breathing on this earth, even for a short while, it has the right to a name. If something dies shortly after birth, as in the case of a chick that had to be culled, it is given a name before it is buried. Perhaps it goes back to my catholic roots, I dunno.

Slightly strange - the big girls my brahmas, only answer to "c'mon girls!" while the younger flock of various breeds comes to "c'mon babies!". My roosters, Impy and Thor will come to their names, as will TJ, the cockerel. TJ is always following me around anyhow, so it's not like I have to holler.