When I was considering buying the property, I told my next door neighbors I would be moving in my flock of pet chickens, and they were all named. Then we introduced ourselves by name. There is a Carl Jr., and Carl Sr. In the family...
I started to grin, then told them my dominant rooster's name was Carl.
Carl Junior (adult male - his father lives in a granny house on their property) started laughing. "I guess if we hear you yell, Shut up, Carl! You aren't yelling at us, huh?"
Well, not unless you crow in the middle of the night, too.
Since then, they have heard me talking to my chickens (and definitely to Carl) on a pretty frequent basis. Less, now that the flock is in the coop when I leave for work and when I get home from work. But all weekend long, I'm out there conversing with various chickens, ducks and the pair of geese.
They don't talk to their chickens. (So I do!)