He's supposed to be dead.

Truth is I haven't got the heart for any more killing unless it's absolutely necessary.
I'm not fussed if I never eat chicken again. The main house buy chicken from the butchers.
He's no trouble. His sister still plays with him. The rest of the hens seem to be happy enough with him. Punch and Mag keep him in line on the odd occasions he gets a bit boisterous.
So, yes, I should name him and hope that Spring doesn't change him too much.
I'll get on it today. He'll have a name by roost time. You're quite right. Everybody should have a name.