I love it... wanna hear something crazy and hilarious.
One of our little roosters got beat up by the other one big time. Both his eyes were swollen, so i picked him up from the cage. I put him on separate one and I let him heal. That day I decided to call him Ray Charles. The poor blind thing struggled just to find the water.
Next thing you know one eye healed.... He was not Ray Charles anymore, he was pirate. But, i loved the Ray name so much it stuck... it just doesnt make sense anymore.
Haha! Wow! A pirate rooster! Lol! That sounds like a kids' book begging to be written... Yes! Names can be tricky. When we got our first flock, the lady we got them from said she was pretty good at determining the sex early on. Not perfect, she said, but about 80%. So the girls named the hen Heather and the rooster, Peter. They were the cutest pair of Bantams. The rest of the flock was standard size and didnt accept them right away so they always hung out together. A few weeks later Peterina was sitting on eggs and Mr. Heather was attacking the large roosters. Too funny...