The original 3 were named Red, Olive and Tootsie. When we got to the rental house, they had to live in the garage for a few days, although we had a fenced backyard where they roamed during the day -- and the landlord was cool with that (the fence and cool landlord were conditions for us finding the house). When our stuff finally showed up and we got the coop moved to the backyard they were very excited and immediately laid eggs.
After moving to the farm, around summer, Olive also got sick and died. She provided our very first egg way back in the day.
For the next few weeks, Toots hung out with us as we did chores, just a chill, quiet companion. Retired from the egg laying scene.
We decided not to name future chickens. But it's kind of hard referring to them with only pronouns. So they kind of ended up with unofficial names. The Barred Rock was Rocky. The first Australorp (black) to get bling (as in wattles and a comb) we called Mr. T. That could only mean the other Australorp was to be called Apollo (Cree)...
Their first snow, in 2015.
We are both allergic and didn't really want a cat but decided to let her hang with us as a "barn cat" (we don't actually have a barn). She was very affectionate right off the bat. It turned out some neighbors had found her last year left in a box with a couple kittens. We think she didn't like the environment there and decided to strike out on her own. Eventually we got the neighbors to agree (after a fashion) that we would keep her. We got her shots and spayed, and started feeding her, although she remained an avid hunter and would usually eat at least one mouse per day. This sounds natural but, as it turns out, requires recurring medication in order to keep the worms away.
In short order she became part of the family, moving from barn cat to outdoor cat to porch cat (and eventually to come inside for a visit once in a while cat). You can see where this is going. At some point I will probably become the barn cat and Ilah (as she was named) will live indoors. By 2019 we started keeping her in the garage at night due to the howling coyote gangs that come and go at random. This has been a good arrangement as we still keep the food, litter box and excess cat hair and dander out of the house. She remains a very close member of the family.