Only four of my chickens have names. There's the famous George and Greta, my Cornish X hens, and two of my white rocks, Fancy Pants and Big Attitude.
Greta has her name because ever since I can remember I always knew I'd have a big hen named Greta. Its such a perfect name for the bustle-y, fussy, matronly nature of hens.
George has her name because we thought she was a rooster due to her above average-sized comb and wattles. Her being a meat bird, I didn't really know what the meat roosters
should look like, because I knew they wouldn't be long and lean with beautiful tails like a normal roo. Some pics of meat roos showed them to be almost as short and squat as she is, so I really wasn't sure until she popped out a beautiful brown, speckled egg.
Folks on here told me she looked like a hen, too.
Big Attitude's name is pretty self-explanatory.
When all the other chicks were growing in their white feathers, Big Attitude still had all of her yellow baby fluff, no tail, and she was twice the size of all the others. She bossed around all the other chicks, was too fast to be caught or held, and stomped around like a T-rex. She was over 3 weeks old before she started growing in her feathers, but continued to grow bigger than everyone else. Right now she is my biggest pullet and the same size as my biggest cockerel. She's definitely the queen.
Fancy Pants is one of my cockerels who's tail is very long and flowing, longer than any of the others. His comb and wattles are bigger than everyone else, his crow is the longest and loudest, and he has a lean, narrow look. Long, glossy neck feathers. Very showy, very cocky, very aggressive.
