We've got so many chickens it would be impossible to name them all, but here are a few--
Twisted Sister--Welsummer hen who was stepped on and crunched by her mama when she was just a baby. Now she looks like the hunchback of Notre Dame.
No-Face--Marin rooster who survived a fox attack a year or 18 months ago, but lost his beak in the process. Aren't those supposed to grow back???
Lazarus--Welsummer roo who had home surgery to correct an impacted craw and survived
Red--(I know, so original, but it's better than #30--that's what her leg band says and it used to be her name, so anything's a step up from that!) RIR hen who just loves me, even though I only moved her 4 months ago and started helping with the flock. She'll follow me and jump up for treats.
Mucho Meal--really huge crossbreed roo that's going into the pot one of these days.
Tiny Tim--Another really huge roo, not sure what he is--solid black, just gorgeous.
Goldie--Welsummer/Marin cross roo, mostly black with a gorgeous golden "collar" of fine feathers
Mother of Many--Dark grey Silkie hen who's a great mama
Nile--Silver Silkie hen, so very, very sweet. She purrs like a cat.
Wolfgang--Polish rooster who is no longer with us... at least, we thought he was gone until we hatched:
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Wolfgang Jr--A Polish/Silkie cross that shows no Silkie traits whatsoever. He's the absolute spitting image of his daddy, but he'd just better not have his daddy's rotten disposition or he'll be dinner. Wolfgang wasn't supposed to be involved in this hatch, but he could fly over the side of the pen and apparently he had a thing for Silkie hens!
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Out Out darn Spot--Spot for short. Polish/Silkie cross who I had to help out of his shell. He's such a funny looking thing, pure black with a Polish topknot, regular chicken feathers, Silkie feathered legs, and one foot with 4 toes (Polish) and one with 5 (Silkie). And blue Silkie ears. What a weird chicken!
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Hero--Blue Polish/Silkie hen--no headdress but no obvious Silkie traits either. She was the first chick to hatch from a really rough incubation where we lost power several times and then had a power surge that made the heat too high. (Spot came from this one too.) We didn't think anything would hatch, but lo and behold, around 10 chicks made it! And my 8 year old won't let us change her name to Hera.
Raw Chicken--Same hatch, a silver silkie with a silver headdress and black eyeliner. My mother wanted to name it Ra after the Egyptian god, but I asked her, are you really going to call it a Raw Chicken? And the name stuck.
Big Al--same hatch, can you tell my sons decided everything needed a name here? The biggest partridge Silkie I've ever seen. At 6 weeks, it was almost as big as the 2 year old roo. Absolutely huge. My 10 year old named it after the Allosaurus in that Discovery Channel special, Big Al.
Grey Punk and
Brown Punk--Silkies with really sparse head tufts. They look like they've got spikey mohawks. (same hatch)
The Holy Hen--Delaware hen who was pecked so badly, it exposed her thigh bone and some of her intestine. (Hence 'holey'...) And she survived and is now thriving and laying eggs again... you know, it seems like half our named chickens got named because they survived something awful!
And finally,
Dingleberry, aka
the Runt, aka
Where's That Little One, Did He Get Out Again. The only survivor of a Silkie hen who hatched several chicks, then decided to kick and stomp the heck out of them for no apparent reason. He just barely made it, and we think it's stunted his growth. Dingleberry got his name because, well, he's always got poop sticking to his butt.
When I get my Araucanas and know what roos I'll be keeping, I'm going to name the top breeding rooster
Fabio. Since I write romances, and since he'll be the top cock ruling his harem, that name only seems fitting.
Don't you think?
My favoritest name yet. I had to get rid of him though
