Mine are both I guess. They all have names, I enjoy watching them express their individual personalities, I talk to them, there are a few of them that get petted every now and then if they happen to be handy, and I've even taken one to the vet... but, they can also end up in the refrigerator.
Surplus individuals that are still perfectly useful chickens (as breeding stock or layers) I do try to find an upright-and-living home for, first, but if I can't, or if a roo is just too aggressive or a pullet/cockerel just not developing especially well, they're food. The freezer has bags in it with labels like "Peanut's Little Brother, 3.2 lbs" or "Larry breast, 20 lbs" (Larry was a turkey). I don't see anything at all wrong with that.
I seriously do not believe it is right to only, or preferentially, eat animals that I never knew... if I wasn't ok facing the reality that eating meat IS taking a life, then I do not feel it would be ethical to 'cheat' my way into it by means of turning my face away or hiring someone else to do the deed.
And Peanut's Little Brother, and Larry, and the rest, all had way way WAY WAY better lives (and faster less-stressful deaths) than anything you can buy at the supermarket or Popeyes.
JMO,
Pat