naming chickens

13 11, 2020

Naming Chickens

By |2020-11-13T21:22:07-06:00November 13th, 2020|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

The fifth grade class at my school has started bringing me their leftover vegetables from lunch to give to my chickens.

One of the students asked if the chickens have names. I explained there are too many for me to name.  I didn’t tell him that I also get too attached if they have names and then when they die, I am sad.

He asked how many chickens I have – a question I seldom can answer with complete accuracy. I told him there are 30.

The next day he brought me a list of 30 chicken names with a few extra for good measure.

Since he had specified names for the fastest, loudest and most patterned, I took pictures of those to show him.

Cookoo – the loudest

Cookie – the most patternedJet – the fastest (I was able to catch her in the nest box)

Today I mentioned how much the ducks had enjoyed the broccoli and cauliflower yesterday.  Tomorrow I will get a list of 10 duck names.  Lucy and Ricky are already named.

I suppose this is another good thing to come out of this year – a new nonmusical connection with my students.

26 01, 2018

What’s in a Name?

By |2018-01-25T06:41:58-06:00January 26th, 2018|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

When we first started raising chickens, we named each one. The first were Ameraucana chickens so we named them things like Liberty, Freedom and Bell.

As the flock grew, we only named those with distinguishing characteristics – like One Eye and Hurt Foot.

Some earned their names with their personalities.  Napoleon was a bantam rooster who thought he was much bigger.  The black frizzle we named Frizz was a favorite among my nieces and nephews.  Kaboodle reminded me of a rooster in a book.  Lily is the pale D’Uccle who follows me around in the mornings.  And, of course, Custard the cowardly rooster was introduced recently in the blog.

Then we have the Welsummer pen.  None of them have individual names.  Or at least they didn’t until last week.  Here’s what happened:

I pulled into the driveway Wednesday and discovered two hens in the side yard.  I quickly ascertained they were part of the neighbor’s flock and tried to shoo them into their own backyard.

Meanwhile our flock was loudly protesting the fact that these hens got to truly free range.  After a few short minutes, I decided the young neighbor children were much better candidates for the “shoo the chicken into the backyard” game and knocked on their door.

A few minutes later, one of the girls opened our front door and announced “I think there was a hawk in your chicken yard.  It flew away when I walked back there.”  Apparently our birds were not protesting the neighbor birds but the hawk appearance.

I quickly went to check on our birds.  A head count of the smaller birds assured me all were present.

Then I looked into the Welsummer pen and saw a hen lying on the ground.  I figured the hawk had killed it in the process of trying to carry it off.  As I bent to pick it up, however, it jumped up and ran into a corner.

I chased it, picked it up and examined it for injuries.  There appeared to be blood on the side of its head so I took it to the infirmary, aka laundry basket in the bathroom, and texted Dr. Rachel.  She found the gash in the back of the hen’s head and cleaned it up.  The bird spent a few hours in the bathroom then tried to escape so was moved back into the pen.  She seemed to be disoriented for a couple of days but is fine now. 

I named her Hawkeye.

The only problem is she has healed so completely, I can’t tell which one she is.

4 10, 2013

What’s In a Name? – Miller Farm Friday

By |2013-10-04T06:06:52-05:00October 4th, 2013|Friday on the Miller Farm, Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

A guest blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Ice cream was on sale at the store last week. I walked by the freezer without even slowing down.

I was so proud. Then I passed a second display – not fair.

The featured ice cream was “Texans Tackle Crackle.” The carton resembled a football and, although I am not a huge football fan, the name intrigued me.

I bought ice cream – and ice cream cones. It is very good ice cream. Vanilla with chocolate swirls and something crunchy – I’m guessing it is the “crackle.”

This got me thinking about names.

Not all of our chickens have names – which is good since we have thirty or so chickens. Only the ones with distinguishing characteristics have names. For example, Frizz.

FRIZZShe is a frizzle chicken who has quite an attitude. She needs to have a name – she has earned it by her tenacity among the bigger birds.

Then we have Crooked Neck so named for obvious reasons.CROOKED-2

We had one named Hurt Foot for equally obvious reasons but she died. We don’t believe the death was at all related to the hurt foot.

Samson is our rooster with very long feathers.samson

In case you aren’t familiar with the story, Samson was an Old Testament judge who never cut his hair as part of a vow to God. He was known for his strength among other less desirable traits.

Names can describe something as is the case with our chickens.

Names can also create a sense of curiosity like the Texans Tackle Crackle Ice Cream.

So what’s in a name? A lot more than you might think.

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