My chickens' names come from all of the above. My friend's 10-year-old daughter, who was a very creative namer, named most of our first flock, which is why I have older chickens named Happy, Smudge and Sushi. Sushi is a particular favorite, so when I got another Americana with this spring's chicks, I named her Kimchee. Some have names based on their actions--such as Racer and Hopper (who got out of the pen even when her wings were clipped--now we just let her go where she pleases). I named my four original barred rocks after female surgeon generals, so they could all live in the C. Everett Koop, which I found very amusing, even though few people got it. Blue Agate, Daisy Sunshine and Stevonni are thanks to my friend's daughter again. Lately, I've just been going with breed-inspired names. I have a Welsummer named Summer (which worked well because her foster mother is named Spring), and a young California Grey named Callie, and a Delaware named DeeDee.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			 
	 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
			
		
		
		
	
	
			
		 
 
		 Happily this approach has worked quite well in terms of humans enjoying their names.
 Happily this approach has worked quite well in terms of humans enjoying their names.
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		