Today’s Run: 50 min lifting at the “Y”

This Saturday I hope to become the proud owner of laying hens.  Seeing as they will be members in good standing of the family, it seemed only right that they should have their own moniker.

I have some friends on an online diet site called MyFitnessPal.  I presented this dilemma to them and they came through with flying colors with names for my hens.  They had 5 great/awful names.  The only problem is that I am getting six hens.  I needed one more name.  I needed additional resources to come up with these names.  Enter Facebook.

I posted this morning on Facebook that I was looking for a name for that one poor chicken who remained nameless.  The names I already had were:

Atilla the Hen

Cluck Norris

Chewbucka

Hen Solo

Audrey Henburn

 

I needed just one more name.  And boy, did I get a ton of really awful/awesome names from my friends on Facebook.  Some of the suggested names were:  Hensel and Grittel, Dick Cluck, Cluck Fillet, Rooster Cogburn, Eggbert, Foghorn Leghorn, Lil’ Dumpling, Hen-ery, the list went on and on….but the winner for the name that chicken was. drum roll please…

Winston Cluckhill