We purchased twelve Plymouth Barred Rock chicks in 2009, and named all of them Minerva Louise, after the intrepid hen in the picture books by Janet Morgan Stoeke. Truthfully, we couldn't (and still can't) tell them apart. Except for Twelve.
Twelve has had many adventures: first, she was getting pecked to the bone by the other hens so she ran away, and later she made a friend.
In the winter, she lives in the Winter Palace with the other hens and in summer she runs around loose in the backyard, a target for every hawk and weasel in the region. And yet, she survives.
One might even say that she thrives. No matter what, she always manages to have adventures.
What more can an intrepid chicken want in this life?