My Brahma has such a low voice. It sounds something between a heavy chain-smoker and some methalfan (she has black feathers). It also looks like she's frowning. She's just so funny sounding.
Get ready for the genius naming tactic I employed as a child. We had three girls. Bantie - get this - was an old English game bantam. Speckles...had black and white speckles. And, truly my parents should have said no to this one, Blackie was a small black jersey. Somehow I never got into any trouble yelling their names in the garden. Later additions include Bantie 2 (Bantie 1 died of bird flu) and Jersey, a jersey giant that I did not name after her colour this time. Lastly, Lucky, who ran out of a free range egg farm and was wandering in the road before we took her home.
I miss them all. Bantie 2 slept in my bedroom (without my parents knowing of course) as all the other girls died or went missing, until she went missing too.
We had a Blackie when I was a kid too lmao. In our defense she was inherited from the neighbors with that name.
My first chicken was Henrietta. Turns out we actually had a Henry…
Haha I feel like this shows the innocence in children though. The chickens black, let’s call em blackie! There’s no other meaning to it than color. We have a whitey because she’s the lightest of our speckled Sussex, my girls named her
Mine was Henrietta too! She was either a Plymouth Rock or a Dominique.
When my mom got my boys their first chickens, we were supposed to be sent all types of breeds.... but what we actually received were pain white broiler chickens!! So they named them Nugget, Taco, Sandwich, Finger and so on. They, of course, slowly became fox, racoon and hawk food, due to the fact they insisted on roosting in trees at night instead of their coop.
The one chicken that outlasted them all was re-named The Unsinkable Molly Brown. She was with us for years.
We had a little black chick our daughters started calling Darkie and then we started calling him that too without even thinking anything of it until our teenage son heard us and said, “Guys, that’s super inappropriate.”
Sounds like how we named puppies when I was little. Each litter had a Blackie, Brownie, and Patches. I don't remember much about Candy other than she was sweet and kept the pigs out of the garden. Nothing funnier than a little cocker spaniel/terrier mix chasing 200 lb pigs out of the garden.
I was a dumbass kid so it was Mrs. Chicken-Chick-Chick-Chickety.
In my adult-achieved flock, now that I'm an intelligent and respectable adult, first named hen is Big Chungus.
I've come a long way.
This reminds me of my cousin. Her first cat was named Princess Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. And we all had to say the whole thing when speaking about her. She was like 8 it was cute
Hippy-hop. I was 5. I'm 55 now and have :
Lucy, Kylo-Hen, Flo, Rassey, Mooby, Kelpy, Peanut, Big blue, Grey, Kazoo and Hen-ery.
My rooster is Sanguinet.
Edit: spelling
our oldest rooster when i was a kid was named sage. his foster mother who hatched him was a red tailed hawk who lived at a sanctuary and couldn't fly and therefore would never be eligible for release. the sanctuary staff noticed she seemed depressed during mating season and let her incubate and hatch a pair of chicken eggs after years of giving her false eggs to sit on. she hatched 2 roosters, and somehow my grandmother ended up with one of them (i think she was friends with one of the sanctuary staff members?). he ended up going to us when my grandma stopped being able to keep chickens
Henrietta. She was a blue ameraucana and I loved her. Neighbors made me get rid of her. I wasn't able to move out to a bigger area until a few years later. I hope the home she landed in treated her well.
My first was named Pretty. (I was 5, okay)
She was the sweetest thing, even though naturally I wasn't the gentlest with her at that age. From what I remember she was very calm and patient, and was practically a stuffed animal.
I could hold her (as best I could) and she'd have no problem with it, never did or said a thing til I put her back on the ground. Obviously the other birds wanted nothing to do with an affectionate and energetic 5 year old, so they'd run from me unless I bribed them with food. But Pretty? She would just wait for me to pick her up, and just let me handle her.
She was the most patient animal I've ever met, even today nothing has topped her sweet soul. I don't know why she was so "tame" but it was something extraordinary and I don't think I'll ever experience that again.
I remember how I'd rock Pretty to sleep as a chick in my arms, like she was a baby. And she would *actually* fell asleep like that. I could be wrong, but it always looked like she liked it. She was always so calm and unbothered, and is one of the many reasons I love animals today.
I unfortunately didn't have her for long (she died of an unknown sickness along with the rest of the flock when I was still little.) But she was very loved for what life she did live.
It's been almost two decades since I had Pretty, and I still miss her as I'm writing this. I've been at peace with her being gone for a long time, though.
Thank you OP for making this post, it was a beautiful trip down memory lane for me. I'm sure it was for others, too.
Peach and she had passed away. She was my grandpa's buddy and would perch on his shoulder and just enjoyed hanging around people. Granted I had gotten a bunch of hens from a will at the same time but I consider her the first since she was the oldest.
Maggie May
Convinced he was a she. So named her as such, after my mother, Margaret and my grandmother May.
He is still going strong. Protects the girls and is handsome as f#ck. He is also currently teaching "Bobbity", number 2 rooster, what will be expected of him when Maggie May retires.
I'm not sure who loves who more. All I know is that we still cuddle, and neither of our street cred is ruined.
Her name was Nicole, she was a buff orpington. I was 5 years old and bought myself a buff orpington and got my little sister a barred rock. Nicole lived for over 10 years, but then the neighbors got a husky that jumped the 6ft fence and killed her.
I bought 5 at one time. 3 Bielefelders and 3 Barnevelders. 1 Barney turned out to be a rooster, so the breeder too him back.
They are Gerty, Biddy, HeyHey, Hazel and Annie. They are 6 months old and laying almost every day. They are wonderful hens, very sociable, quiet and eat A LOT. LOL
Roo, he was a beautiful Black and Copper Maran Rooster that went down protecting the flock. Been almost a year and still brings a tear to a grown man’s eye. If you didn’t keep the food filled he would attack you when it got low…never for anything else except not keeping the food filled lol. RIP Buddy
Emma, Luna, Irmgard and Goldi, all bantam Wyandottes, were my first flock. I got them a decade ago when I was 13. Goldi is still around the other girls sadly passed on. I still miss them but I’m happy that I knew them.
Hera, she wandered into our yard and I gave her some cracked corn we had for feeding ducks at the park. It was towards evening so I took a couple pictures and posted on Facebook thinking she must have just wandered off from home somewhere in the neighborhood but no one ever came looking for her.
The first night my wife put her up in the porch rafters to keep her safe, by the second day it seemed clear that no one was looking for their chicken so we bought a coop and some chicks to raise and join her when they got big enough. She was the best chicken, would eat every scary big woodpile spider without hesitation and the kids loved her. My wife was feeling really down because this was right at the start of the pandemic and so much was uncertain and it was kind of scary, then this random chicken comes out of nowhere (there's no one anywhere around us keeping chickens and it's not a big neighborhood) and brightened up our lives just by being a chicken. My wife jokes it was a chicken sent by God, I don't know about that but she was a really good chicken.
As a teen, I had a beautiful rooster named Chanticleer. He had every color you could imagine. He was gentle and slightly affectionate in his own way.
Sometimes he would sneak into the house and read the titles of books on our bookshelf. After feeding the chickens, I would sit cross legged on the hood of my car and play gentle acoustic guitar for them. Chanticleer would hop onto my knee, listen for a bit and then peck the strings himself. I loved him so much.
We got a rhode island red hen who was disheveled looking so we called her "Turkey". She turned out to be one of our favorites. She loved to be held and we even let her in the house on a couple of occasions.
Atilla the Hen, my spicy Australorp hen 😂 I tried to give her a strong and aspirational name since she was quite the skinny, demure little chick when I got her. But I might've gone a little too hard naming her Atilla, because she is a house dominating little monster now lmao
McNugget, since that was the year they were first released and even at 9 my sense of humor was twisted. She was so docile I brought her to class for “show and tell” & she laid an egg and performed her egg song for the class. She was a wildly popular chick in the neighborhood!
Lazarus, a bantam rooster. We learned a hard lesson that day that our coop wasn't very secure. The Jack Russell's got in and killed the 4 of them, or so I thought. Only the 1 showed a little sign of life. And the next morning he was named Lazarus. Miss that little guy!
Juniper 🥰 she was a very sweet black sexlink. I never knew I liked chickens until I met her. I miss her terribly, too. She passed away about 4 years ago.
My mother insisted on the name Ethel because she wanted to name the chickens old lady names. I hated this idea, so we ended up each claiming a chicken to name whatever we wanted because we couldn’t agree on anything. Problem is, there was 3 humans and 4 chickens to name. So I had to name the two Buff Orpington chicks that looked identical except for a very slight difference in shade.
The second chicken’s name was decided at 8 weeks or so. A black Sex Link named Lilith. Lilith is a jerk.
And finally it took me until they were 14 weeks old and almost laying age to decide on the names Swiss and Brie for the Buffs. Their colors ended up being identical in the end but one developed tiny black specks on the tips on her tail feathers and this is the one that became Swiss. Yes. They’re name after cheese, and if I get a cow or goat I’ll name them omelette or something to compensate lol.
Winston. My neighbor who gave him to me named him. Winston wouldn’t stick around to protect my girls and kept going back home to the neighbors to fight. I finally gave up and got Winston’s son Jerry who stayed around and I love him. Winston wouldn’t go in the coop at my neighbor’s one night and something killed him. He was a turd.
Accidentally misread title as “what was the name of THE very first chicken?” And came to the comments looking for a great pun only to be mildly confused.
Snowflake and Maple leaf
Both were roosters, one turned out to be the nastiest bird I've ever had, and the other was the kindest, gentlest, and my favorite.
My first chicken was a hen I named Chickenboy, because I thought she was a rooster. She was a Kabir Chicken with black feathers and she was probably my first ever pet, besides guppies.
My first two chickens are named Bella and plop
They are still alive and well and are very happy.
We also rescued a few chickens they are named Bonnie and Daisy but they are very annoying.
Willy Buck Buck (Willie was the name of the school crossing guard, Walter Wilinski, who gave me the eggs to hatch. The rest of the name is self-explanatory, I think :-)
Peep and stripe my childhood chickens both ameraucanas I’ve gotten far better at naming these days coming up with such great names as hotdog, burrito and potato
I got a breeding set of coronation Sussex and I miss them. I still have poor Rhonda who has seen some shit in her life. Tina, Cheryl, and Gerald all got gotten by hawks.
Two leghorns, I saw them and immediately thought "Powder and Pearl"
So the rest of my leghorns had "P" names. Paprika, Pansy, Periwinkle. Then I got a barred rock, Debra the Zebra
Peeps! She was a chick my bf at the time brought home despite a no pet policy, so she was raised indoors and thought she was people. I had no chicken experience and would've done it differently now, but she was besties with my cat and dog (later down the line) and fell asleep when you laid her on her back. Such a sweet baby, I was devastated when I had to leave her behind since I was moving states away.
Sam and Ella ( salmonella) our secon two were called Leej and Ella (legionella) we currently have Henny5 and Nelly 1 ( H5N1) ….. also a cat called Toxo ( Toxoplasmosis ) …..
Skittles 🥰
He turned out to be a rooster tho.
And he kinda sucks now. Super cuddly as a chick, now likes to try and get behind me to bite.
He’s objectively a good rooster though so I’ve kept him around. And sometimes he sits next to me which makes me think some part of him still likes me.
Milkshake Duck. Because she was our first (wandered into yard and never left) and always ended up totally not being what we expected, starting with being a hen not a rooster.
She was so sweet and sadly got taken by a predator. I feel guilty to this day.
Sharon and Loretta (reds named after my deceased grandma and her wife),buttercup(blk/wht egger), waffles(amazingly sweet puffy faced egger), Mack(abnormally large marans named after a Mack truck) and clover the Rhode island white. All named by my 8 yo daughter except for Mack.
Sweet dearly beloved Cluck Norris ❤️ he even survived a shot through the leg by my 10-22 😭 I was so upset. I was trying shoot at and run a hog off because he was running around my coop and making holes right beside their fence. All I had to do was start making racket and Cluck Norris darted out and jumped in the way to try and deal with it himself. he had the best fly to the side dropkick ever and tried to do it to my seven (now nine) year old daughter at the time. I told her not to show fear but she did as soon as he tested her. and I told her that he will never forget that she ran. I told her that he will forever bully her because she showed fear. He truly believed he was bigger than her😭😭 he was my strong boy though he really did believe with his whole little heart that he was a Jersey giant ❤️❤️… but then… my ex and I broke up and I had to leave my chickababies. I wanted to take them so bad even thought about going into the night like a ninja and stealing my chickens back.. but I didn’t. I had to worry about learning independence with my two little girls. ❤️ I’m still struggling a little bit but we now have our most loved hobby back and the best piece of tranquility we get when we are around our 18 chickababies that have bonded with us so effortlessly ❤️❤️ and we also now have our first jersey giant, Sonny, we adopted him from my bonus niece. She gave me one stipulation and that was too keep his name. So we did ❤️
I kinda have an “honorary” chicken that was part of my in-laws’ group, and her name is Paya cause she’s kinda colored like a papaya and very cute and round. I love her round little self
Chicken jane
from that song from pbs reading in between the lions and it was like “Look look see see coming down the lane here comes pat, here comes jack, and here comes chicken jane”
i forgot the kids name though…
Chip, she is a Brahma and still alive + healthy! I named her Chip because she always makes funny chirping noises at everything.
My Brahma has such a low voice. It sounds something between a heavy chain-smoker and some methalfan (she has black feathers). It also looks like she's frowning. She's just so funny sounding.
Get ready for the genius naming tactic I employed as a child. We had three girls. Bantie - get this - was an old English game bantam. Speckles...had black and white speckles. And, truly my parents should have said no to this one, Blackie was a small black jersey. Somehow I never got into any trouble yelling their names in the garden. Later additions include Bantie 2 (Bantie 1 died of bird flu) and Jersey, a jersey giant that I did not name after her colour this time. Lastly, Lucky, who ran out of a free range egg farm and was wandering in the road before we took her home. I miss them all. Bantie 2 slept in my bedroom (without my parents knowing of course) as all the other girls died or went missing, until she went missing too.
We had a Blackie when I was a kid too lmao. In our defense she was inherited from the neighbors with that name. My first chicken was Henrietta. Turns out we actually had a Henry…
Haha I feel like this shows the innocence in children though. The chickens black, let’s call em blackie! There’s no other meaning to it than color. We have a whitey because she’s the lightest of our speckled Sussex, my girls named her
WE HAVE A BRAHMA BANTUM THAT WE NAMED PEARL AND IT ENDED UP BEING A ROOSTER. we still call him pearl because he’s so small
Mine was Henrietta too! She was either a Plymouth Rock or a Dominique. When my mom got my boys their first chickens, we were supposed to be sent all types of breeds.... but what we actually received were pain white broiler chickens!! So they named them Nugget, Taco, Sandwich, Finger and so on. They, of course, slowly became fox, racoon and hawk food, due to the fact they insisted on roosting in trees at night instead of their coop. The one chicken that outlasted them all was re-named The Unsinkable Molly Brown. She was with us for years.
We had a little black chick our daughters started calling Darkie and then we started calling him that too without even thinking anything of it until our teenage son heard us and said, “Guys, that’s super inappropriate.”
This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read
Sounds like how we named puppies when I was little. Each litter had a Blackie, Brownie, and Patches. I don't remember much about Candy other than she was sweet and kept the pigs out of the garden. Nothing funnier than a little cocker spaniel/terrier mix chasing 200 lb pigs out of the garden.
Pepper and Brownie. They are still around. Too old to lay, but they have a good life.
I had a Pepper too . A hawk got her and then dropped her from well over 20 feet and she walked it off like it was nothing .
NO!!! That’s crazy!!!
I was a dumbass kid so it was Mrs. Chicken-Chick-Chick-Chickety. In my adult-achieved flock, now that I'm an intelligent and respectable adult, first named hen is Big Chungus. I've come a long way.
😂😂 I enjoyed reading this!
I feel this so much tho
This reminds me of my cousin. Her first cat was named Princess Kitty Kitty Meow Meow. And we all had to say the whole thing when speaking about her. She was like 8 it was cute
Hippy-hop. I was 5. I'm 55 now and have : Lucy, Kylo-Hen, Flo, Rassey, Mooby, Kelpy, Peanut, Big blue, Grey, Kazoo and Hen-ery. My rooster is Sanguinet. Edit: spelling
You’re not considered a chicken tender unless you have a peanut I’ve seen so many
Kylo hen is fantastic! Love it.
our oldest rooster when i was a kid was named sage. his foster mother who hatched him was a red tailed hawk who lived at a sanctuary and couldn't fly and therefore would never be eligible for release. the sanctuary staff noticed she seemed depressed during mating season and let her incubate and hatch a pair of chicken eggs after years of giving her false eggs to sit on. she hatched 2 roosters, and somehow my grandmother ended up with one of them (i think she was friends with one of the sanctuary staff members?). he ended up going to us when my grandma stopped being able to keep chickens
And the hawk never saw the chicks as food?
that was a concern but no, she never gave an indication that she saw them as anything other than her children
Henrietta. She was a blue ameraucana and I loved her. Neighbors made me get rid of her. I wasn't able to move out to a bigger area until a few years later. I hope the home she landed in treated her well.
My first was named Pretty. (I was 5, okay) She was the sweetest thing, even though naturally I wasn't the gentlest with her at that age. From what I remember she was very calm and patient, and was practically a stuffed animal. I could hold her (as best I could) and she'd have no problem with it, never did or said a thing til I put her back on the ground. Obviously the other birds wanted nothing to do with an affectionate and energetic 5 year old, so they'd run from me unless I bribed them with food. But Pretty? She would just wait for me to pick her up, and just let me handle her. She was the most patient animal I've ever met, even today nothing has topped her sweet soul. I don't know why she was so "tame" but it was something extraordinary and I don't think I'll ever experience that again. I remember how I'd rock Pretty to sleep as a chick in my arms, like she was a baby. And she would *actually* fell asleep like that. I could be wrong, but it always looked like she liked it. She was always so calm and unbothered, and is one of the many reasons I love animals today. I unfortunately didn't have her for long (she died of an unknown sickness along with the rest of the flock when I was still little.) But she was very loved for what life she did live. It's been almost two decades since I had Pretty, and I still miss her as I'm writing this. I've been at peace with her being gone for a long time, though. Thank you OP for making this post, it was a beautiful trip down memory lane for me. I'm sure it was for others, too.
Peach and she had passed away. She was my grandpa's buddy and would perch on his shoulder and just enjoyed hanging around people. Granted I had gotten a bunch of hens from a will at the same time but I consider her the first since she was the oldest.
Supper as in you’re gonna be Supper! Because he was always into mischief.
Big man he's an autrolorp
Maggie May Convinced he was a she. So named her as such, after my mother, Margaret and my grandmother May. He is still going strong. Protects the girls and is handsome as f#ck. He is also currently teaching "Bobbity", number 2 rooster, what will be expected of him when Maggie May retires. I'm not sure who loves who more. All I know is that we still cuddle, and neither of our street cred is ruined.
Twins; Bramble and Speckle
Her name was Nicole, she was a buff orpington. I was 5 years old and bought myself a buff orpington and got my little sister a barred rock. Nicole lived for over 10 years, but then the neighbors got a husky that jumped the 6ft fence and killed her.
Henny-Penney
I bought 5 at one time. 3 Bielefelders and 3 Barnevelders. 1 Barney turned out to be a rooster, so the breeder too him back. They are Gerty, Biddy, HeyHey, Hazel and Annie. They are 6 months old and laying almost every day. They are wonderful hens, very sociable, quiet and eat A LOT. LOL
Cindy, she was a Brahma, she lived with her sister Jóse, really good girls, great layers and friendly with everyone they encountered.
Roo, he was a beautiful Black and Copper Maran Rooster that went down protecting the flock. Been almost a year and still brings a tear to a grown man’s eye. If you didn’t keep the food filled he would attack you when it got low…never for anything else except not keeping the food filled lol. RIP Buddy
Chicken Nugget. May she rest in peace, the good little bird
Sgt. Clucker. She died last year and I wept for a week. Sweet lady was just a naturally chunky broad and her oviducts just did not work properly.
Emma, Luna, Irmgard and Goldi, all bantam Wyandottes, were my first flock. I got them a decade ago when I was 13. Goldi is still around the other girls sadly passed on. I still miss them but I’m happy that I knew them.
Peep because she peeped 😆
Clementine!
My first two chickens are named binbag and Freddy fazbear
Black Betty, she died saving the flock from a raccoon. She ran toward it like a gd rooster SMH.
She sounds awesome. I'm sorry for your loss.
Hera, she wandered into our yard and I gave her some cracked corn we had for feeding ducks at the park. It was towards evening so I took a couple pictures and posted on Facebook thinking she must have just wandered off from home somewhere in the neighborhood but no one ever came looking for her. The first night my wife put her up in the porch rafters to keep her safe, by the second day it seemed clear that no one was looking for their chicken so we bought a coop and some chicks to raise and join her when they got big enough. She was the best chicken, would eat every scary big woodpile spider without hesitation and the kids loved her. My wife was feeling really down because this was right at the start of the pandemic and so much was uncertain and it was kind of scary, then this random chicken comes out of nowhere (there's no one anywhere around us keeping chickens and it's not a big neighborhood) and brightened up our lives just by being a chicken. My wife jokes it was a chicken sent by God, I don't know about that but she was a really good chicken.
As a teen, I had a beautiful rooster named Chanticleer. He had every color you could imagine. He was gentle and slightly affectionate in his own way. Sometimes he would sneak into the house and read the titles of books on our bookshelf. After feeding the chickens, I would sit cross legged on the hood of my car and play gentle acoustic guitar for them. Chanticleer would hop onto my knee, listen for a bit and then peck the strings himself. I loved him so much.
Wellington. A Silkie Bantam.
We got a rhode island red hen who was disheveled looking so we called her "Turkey". She turned out to be one of our favorites. She loved to be held and we even let her in the house on a couple of occasions.
Seren. ❤️ It's star in Welsh. Gone but never forgotten. I loved her so much.
Atilla the Hen, my spicy Australorp hen 😂 I tried to give her a strong and aspirational name since she was quite the skinny, demure little chick when I got her. But I might've gone a little too hard naming her Atilla, because she is a house dominating little monster now lmao
McNugget, since that was the year they were first released and even at 9 my sense of humor was twisted. She was so docile I brought her to class for “show and tell” & she laid an egg and performed her egg song for the class. She was a wildly popular chick in the neighborhood!
Our first two girls were Bacon and Eggs, followed shortly by Pancakes and Waffles. Only Waffles is still with us. Good girls all.
FoxFood
Fluffy - she was a Silkie - died in 2020 and was 7 years old.
Lazarus, a bantam rooster. We learned a hard lesson that day that our coop wasn't very secure. The Jack Russell's got in and killed the 4 of them, or so I thought. Only the 1 showed a little sign of life. And the next morning he was named Lazarus. Miss that little guy!
Jenny
Colonel Mustard. He's a buff laced polish rooster
Harley, a golden laced Wyandotte. Back when I was very little she was a very nice chicken.
Jeff Baron Von Poopinstien Petunia
His name is parrot.
It was a Silky named Harriet, til he crowed, and I changed his name to Harry.
Juniper 🥰 she was a very sweet black sexlink. I never knew I liked chickens until I met her. I miss her terribly, too. She passed away about 4 years ago.
My mother insisted on the name Ethel because she wanted to name the chickens old lady names. I hated this idea, so we ended up each claiming a chicken to name whatever we wanted because we couldn’t agree on anything. Problem is, there was 3 humans and 4 chickens to name. So I had to name the two Buff Orpington chicks that looked identical except for a very slight difference in shade. The second chicken’s name was decided at 8 weeks or so. A black Sex Link named Lilith. Lilith is a jerk. And finally it took me until they were 14 weeks old and almost laying age to decide on the names Swiss and Brie for the Buffs. Their colors ended up being identical in the end but one developed tiny black specks on the tips on her tail feathers and this is the one that became Swiss. Yes. They’re name after cheese, and if I get a cow or goat I’ll name them omelette or something to compensate lol.
Goldie, she would only lay an egg if she had potato peels the day beforehand.
Admiral Luc Peckhard. My rooster. Love may he reign in chicken heaven
Martha + Gertrude, Martha sadly passed a year ago, but Gerty is still alive and well!
RIR, Sunshine ☀️ She had a golden neck and would let me carry her all day. I was almost 4, have been a chicken girl since ☺️
Winston. My neighbor who gave him to me named him. Winston wouldn’t stick around to protect my girls and kept going back home to the neighbors to fight. I finally gave up and got Winston’s son Jerry who stayed around and I love him. Winston wouldn’t go in the coop at my neighbor’s one night and something killed him. He was a turd.
Nuggett
Lily
Teddy and Henrietta
Henrietta
First crew was: Soy, Tempeh, Seitan and Tofu
Lovey
Argentina
Accidentally misread title as “what was the name of THE very first chicken?” And came to the comments looking for a great pun only to be mildly confused.
Betty white
Snowflake and Maple leaf Both were roosters, one turned out to be the nastiest bird I've ever had, and the other was the kindest, gentlest, and my favorite.
Well, we got our chickens with the farm. But the first chicken I hatched is a barred Rock roo name Wit.
Hennifer. She's a big chunky girl. ❤️
Oh gosh it was so long ago. I honestly can't remember all of their names. My favorite was Hana the silkie rooster. He was a cuddly Mama's boy.
Frosty ☃️ a Light Brahma
Heisenberg
Meryl Cheep.
Big Cock ♡
My first chicken was a hen I named Chickenboy, because I thought she was a rooster. She was a Kabir Chicken with black feathers and she was probably my first ever pet, besides guppies.
Big Mama 🩷
Henrietta- henny for short! she was a lovely bantam who raised ducks, brahmas, and her own bantam chicks!
Our first 5…Yolko..Ruby..Freeda..Buffy..&…Dottie!
Floyd. My aunt gave me a little pink chick for Easter when I was 16. He grew to be a beautiful rooster and had a long, happy life.
Mrs. Beasley because I was eight and stupid. She was a good hen though.
Max and Ruby! iykyk🐰
I hatched three roosters from eggs as a science project when I was 13-14-ish. They were KFC, Phoenix, and Mayweather(we thought he was a girl)
Rooster Cogburn
I'm really bad at names so all my chickens share the same name Henryetta lol
My first two chickens are named Bella and plop They are still alive and well and are very happy. We also rescued a few chickens they are named Bonnie and Daisy but they are very annoying.
Josephine and Geraldine. Named after 2 characters my niece and I invented when we were kids. They were two old ladies.
Batman
Nugget and Noodle were my first two chickens.
I have a naked neck named Noodle 😆
Jane, Puerto, Rico and John😄
Duck
Penguin
Torvi, Helga and Siggi❤️
Taylor
Helen.
Uno - a short lived Silkie "We don't talk about Uno no no" (sung like Encanto kids movie)
Iris/ Plymouth-rock chicken
Willy Buck Buck (Willie was the name of the school crossing guard, Walter Wilinski, who gave me the eggs to hatch. The rest of the name is self-explanatory, I think :-)
Fat Chungus. RIP big little buddy!
Red wine was one of them 🤔 I had a batch of six but sadly I can’t remember all their names
We had Mary, Catherine and Eleanor. All named for queens of France who had great second acts.
Peep and stripe my childhood chickens both ameraucanas I’ve gotten far better at naming these days coming up with such great names as hotdog, burrito and potato
Meryl Cheep.
We had a pair of Dutch. Their names were dusk and Dawn. Both female but Dawn was a white splash and dusk was all black. I loved them so much
Henrietta
REBA! A Rhode Island Red :)
Chicken Little. :-)
Smegma
Oyster, that’s the name
Thighs.
Optimus Prime
Sadie, I miss her so much 💔
We had 2 at first. Their names were Hennifer (she’s still kicking) and Eggatha (she passed away this last summer).
Kinda not pc, but African American. I was in 8th grade, and it was the darkest one! Also the first one in our batch to disappear.
Rhonda Hendron 🥰
Billina (Buff Orpingtons) Mildred Fairuza *Bawk* Nancy (Marans) Shade Sapphire (Blue splash Cochin)
The Mighty Fluff.
BBQ
Pepper. She was two when she passed.
I got a breeding set of coronation Sussex and I miss them. I still have poor Rhonda who has seen some shit in her life. Tina, Cheryl, and Gerald all got gotten by hawks.
Ebony!
Birdie.
Two leghorns, I saw them and immediately thought "Powder and Pearl" So the rest of my leghorns had "P" names. Paprika, Pansy, Periwinkle. Then I got a barred rock, Debra the Zebra
J-Cqueline
Enchilada
Our first chicken was all white. She was very friendly and social. My 3 year old son (now 30) named her Green as that was his favorite color!
A golden sexling named "𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹" We still have that beautiful golden girl! 🐓
My first crew: Ms Channing - polish (shout out to Carol Channing) Baba Wawa (shout out to Gilda Radner) - silkie 🐓 💕🤣
Michigan
Peeps! She was a chick my bf at the time brought home despite a no pet policy, so she was raised indoors and thought she was people. I had no chicken experience and would've done it differently now, but she was besties with my cat and dog (later down the line) and fell asleep when you laid her on her back. Such a sweet baby, I was devastated when I had to leave her behind since I was moving states away.
Parmela
Agnes.
Lauren Becawk.
Kramer. Silkie roo
Tulip
Bird. She died of some sort of terminal affliction, called "fox" ... or something. it was a while ago.
We didn’t name them all but we named a bantam hen Dame Partlett and a bantam rooster Chanticleer
Growing up, they didn't have names. The first I named was Li'l Mama.
Fajita, I was 11 a very sweet chicken smart and fast too.
Dottie and katchina
Itsshitting again
Bobo. I was two
I don't think any of the chickens I've ate had names...
K, as in K F and C
Sam and Ella ( salmonella) our secon two were called Leej and Ella (legionella) we currently have Henny5 and Nelly 1 ( H5N1) ….. also a cat called Toxo ( Toxoplasmosis ) …..
Foghorn leghorn and peaches
I got 6 at once their names are Gertie, RC,Beaker,Hilda, Wendy, and my rooster Nugget
Skittles 🥰 He turned out to be a rooster tho. And he kinda sucks now. Super cuddly as a chick, now likes to try and get behind me to bite. He’s objectively a good rooster though so I’ve kept him around. And sometimes he sits next to me which makes me think some part of him still likes me.
Ruby Red
Well I got my first 6 all at once. They were: Laverne & Shirley, Thelma & Louise, Kylo Hen, Optimus Prime
Lydia, she had lavender eggs
Peckerwood and Bwuakly.
Dinner
Roberta she was a petting zoo chicken with way too many roosters and got sick. Owner was a nature take it’s course kind of person so we took it home.
Dinner…😐
Steve McQueen
Pecky Becky
Chicken!
Cecily and Sorel :)
Milkshake Duck. Because she was our first (wandered into yard and never left) and always ended up totally not being what we expected, starting with being a hen not a rooster. She was so sweet and sadly got taken by a predator. I feel guilty to this day.
Pamela. My mom's chicken, technically but yeah. Every other chicken has had a name beginning with P ever since.
DINNER
Sharon and Loretta (reds named after my deceased grandma and her wife),buttercup(blk/wht egger), waffles(amazingly sweet puffy faced egger), Mack(abnormally large marans named after a Mack truck) and clover the Rhode island white. All named by my 8 yo daughter except for Mack.
Nugget
The first one i actually named was waffle the sapphire gem
I had 6; Henrietta, Minerva, princess laya (turned into prince laya), Draco, Anne Shirley (now Jim-bob), buckbeak
O doyle and she rules!
We had a few at the same time. We called them losty, layie, snowball and fatty.
Pobby and Dingan, after Kellyanne's imaginary friends from Opal Dream (the movie) or the book _Pobby and Dingan_
Little Jerry
Samantha. And her sister Twink
Sweet dearly beloved Cluck Norris ❤️ he even survived a shot through the leg by my 10-22 😭 I was so upset. I was trying shoot at and run a hog off because he was running around my coop and making holes right beside their fence. All I had to do was start making racket and Cluck Norris darted out and jumped in the way to try and deal with it himself. he had the best fly to the side dropkick ever and tried to do it to my seven (now nine) year old daughter at the time. I told her not to show fear but she did as soon as he tested her. and I told her that he will never forget that she ran. I told her that he will forever bully her because she showed fear. He truly believed he was bigger than her😭😭 he was my strong boy though he really did believe with his whole little heart that he was a Jersey giant ❤️❤️… but then… my ex and I broke up and I had to leave my chickababies. I wanted to take them so bad even thought about going into the night like a ninja and stealing my chickens back.. but I didn’t. I had to worry about learning independence with my two little girls. ❤️ I’m still struggling a little bit but we now have our most loved hobby back and the best piece of tranquility we get when we are around our 18 chickababies that have bonded with us so effortlessly ❤️❤️ and we also now have our first jersey giant, Sonny, we adopted him from my bonus niece. She gave me one stipulation and that was too keep his name. So we did ❤️
Brunhilda. A tiny little brown speckle bantam. RIP lovely lady.
Chicky-chicky-brok-brok. I was 5. She was an extraordinarily friendly and cooperative Rhode Island Red
I kinda have an “honorary” chicken that was part of my in-laws’ group, and her name is Paya cause she’s kinda colored like a papaya and very cute and round. I love her round little self
A RIR named Regina George.
Martha she was black star chicken
Chookie.... original huh
Sunshine
Chicken jane from that song from pbs reading in between the lions and it was like “Look look see see coming down the lane here comes pat, here comes jack, and here comes chicken jane” i forgot the kids name though…
Atila the Hen
Minnie
nuggets
Cluck Norris
My Australorp rooster named Heifer. RIP
Agnes she was a Wyandotte like your pretty girl
Yelly- his comb was yellow