Occasionally I name chickens after people. This Valentine's Day I named chickens after my parents. Mom's chicken ended up being called Libby, because there are a lot of Kathryns around here. Dad's of course is Bill.
This is Bill.
At this time I actually had two white silkie roos, the second looking like this.
Looks just like Bill. Just like him. I dubbed the second rooster Not Bill.
Eventually I traded Not Bill for some other chickens. A couple of weeks later I was at the house where Not Bill now lives, saw a white silkie rooster and asked "Is that Not Bill?" To which the owner replied "No, that's Not Not Bill."
Not Not Bill looks like this. Yep, you got it. Not Not Bill looks just like Bill and Not Bill.
So now we have Bill, Not Bill, and Not Not Bill.
This is Absolutely Not Bill.
Absolutely Not Bill has come to live here simply because he is a different color than the other Bills. Here is Bill letting Absolutely Not Bill know who is in charge around here.
This is Paul. He's a little Sasse.
If anyone else wants a chicken named in their honor please let me know. Plenty of chickens to go around, but middle names will be required.
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