I was watching this British show the other day where the presenter went all around Wales, highlighting different aspects of Welsh rural life.
She visited a woman who raised a rare breed of goats, and of course, she named them all and talked about them, and of course she killed them for meat.
It made me laugh a bit, remembering how my mom would name all the chickens, though that didn't stop her rounding them up for the ax.
She named a lot of them after singers, because she liked music and chickens are a noisy lot, and I can remember her saying, "C'mon Tom (Jones), you're up next..." and picking him up to hand to my dad.