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Personal experience, my parents got four birds, named them Eggs, Bacon, Toast and Jam. Within the first six months a fox or racoon had taken Eggs, and my mom went out to the coop one day to find that a hawk had killed Toast and dragged the body into the coop to eat it, in front of her friends. We don't name chickens anymore.
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Same deal first year we lost 3 chickens, 2 got taken out during the middle of the day by a racoon, one just up and died one morning and the chicken corpse got pecked a bunch. Never named them and glad I didnt, my wife would have been a lot more upset if they had names.