I have 40 hens now, and two cockerels (chicken addict!) but only some of them have names and none of them were named on purpose - they just sort of got their names. Janet (the gannet), ex-battery girl and leader of the flock no matter what the cocks think. Then there is Nokia - made a noise like a radio by a mobile (cell) phone when she was a chick, Moonwalker (walks backwards to straighten out a dislocated toe sometimes), Miss Smallcomb (self-explanatory), New Best Friend (sadly now gone to the great chicken coop in the sky), Harriet the silkie, just because she suits the name, and Tarhead - got this name after being attacked by a cockerel and having stockholm tar put on her. Tarhead is the sweetest chicken - Light Sussex and very friendly - pecks at my boots until I pick her up for a cuddle. The boys are Lazarus (died as a chick but came back, oddly) and Smiffy.