How many of you name your birds? I have resisted naming mine. Of course, I have JJ and Ethel which were my first birds this time around, and they came with Myrtle as a trio. But in my defense I did not name JJ. He had that name when I got him. It seemed unfair that the other two not have names so I named them. I did not name the babies I got this year. None of them turkey, guinea, goose, or chicken. I grew up on a farm, this farm in fact, I learned early on not to name animals you might eat. I know some of you raise birds simply for pets, and are appalled at the idea of eating them. I understand that and make no judgment one way or another on why a person has birds. I bought mine with the intention of eating them, and keeping a few for eggs and reproduction. Thus I have followed the golden rule and not named them. I do enjoy my birds still, I pamper them, treat them to treats, I have more pictures of them than I do of my grandkids. I sit with them every night talk, talk to them and have a beer. My day is consumed by them. Yet, I never named them because all except a lucky dozen will become food. I held tight to this rule. Then last night, I realized I named a dang rooster. He was the biggest chick of my lot, he is even larger than the CX's I already have in the freezer. I showed his picture on here last week, to see what breed he is. The consensus was he is a production red. He is not a special chicken. The other night my wife and I were watching them and I commented on his size, we always comment on his size. I told her he reminded me of Brutus, from Popeye not ancient Rome. I have implemented a color coding for my birds, similar to what Southwest Airlines has. I code the birds scheduled to depart earliest with blue bands, the 2nd batch has green, and the last batch is pink. I will pick the birds I keep from the pink group. I caught "Brutus", of course he was nameless then, the other night and gave him his blue band. I have never touched him before that I know of. I released him after a few calming strokes and feeling his drumstick. However, since then he has been friendlier. I have given him a couple pets on the back and he has not ran in fear. Last night, as I was sitting with them drinking my Corona, he was along side my chair, where he has been every night since he got his blue ring. I reached down to pet him and he sat down, while gobbling his wild bird seed. I said " how you doing Brutus?, Life treating you ok?". Then it hit me, I named him! Now what do I do. He is not a great breeding stock, He is too large and lumbers when he walks. He is beautiful to look at, but with his size can he even breed? He is a pet, I do not want to be his demise. Pets are part of my family. So 2 questions, The first one being do you name your birds? What do I do with Brutus?