Always. It's always the favorites that get taken first. When we used to have barn cats, I'd name one or two that I liked. They were always the ones that would get run over, taken by coyotes, or whatever.Here's something I've wondered about.
Why is it that that one particular bird that you're most fond of is the one that gets hurt or sick or taken out by a predator?
Chickens are the same. I just don't name them anymore. I try not to make pets of them, but it seems every year, there's one that makes a pet of herself. I had a BLRW that was the most regular broody ever. She's come up to me every day and follow me around. How could I help but pet her? She invited it! She didn't squat, just hung out with me while I did chores. She got eaten by a raccoon in the middle of the day. She was in the coop with her 5-week old babies at the time. They all survived. I have had others that did the same thing.