Al: Have you named them?
Me: Oh, sure. Their name is Daisy.
Al: All three of them are named Daisy?
Me: Uh-huh, you bet.
Al: Why did you name them all Daisy?
Me: Can you tell them apart?
Al: No.
Me: Neither can I.
Then I opened up the henhouse where the 2 younger pullets were.
Me: And these two are Little Daisy.
He didn't say a word, just shook his head and walked back to the house.
Makes sense to me.
ReplyDeleteI suppose that's better then calling them your huckleberry......
ReplyDeleteOld joke, but if you want to call just one, call her last name.
ReplyDeleteUntil they're called Dinner.
ReplyDeleteNah, I won't eat my laying hens.
DeleteI'm laughing my ass off, but yeah, it does make sense.
ReplyDeleteThat’s funny but honestly I’ve always been able to see a difference in all the hens I’ve had over the years. There’s always something even ever so slight but…I get it.
ReplyDeleteKlaus
Some of my chickens have names but to be honest it is more how they are behaving. Although my big rooster is Bubba. Most of my hens are Henrietta. I have Dora the Explora - she is always 15 to 20 feet away from everyone else. I have one hen that if I sit on the porch with a snack she will jump into my lap and go for the snack. I'm pretty sure it is the same one, the others just gather round and watch the show. No special name for her yet.
ReplyDeleteI named my wild to domesticated hogs, it just enhanced the flavor when i bbq or smoked them. My wife was mortified till she tasted rambo, rambo was her first blood.
ReplyDeleteSome imagination needed!
ReplyDeleteHow about Princess Layer, Hen Solo for starters?
The Daisies! Ha! Love it! - Deb
ReplyDeleteI have six Rickies!
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