I was resistant to naming chickens, but my granddaughter trumped me on that one. I now refer to them by name, although they certainly pay no attention to it. Nor do I see any particular 'personality' in any of them, although to be fair I am not a hands-on chicken person and don't spend much time with them other than to tend to their needs and gather eggs.
We randomly name some, but not all, tools. We currently have Edgar (hand-held clippers), his cousin Edward (battery clipper), Sammy (our best shovel), Paulie (walk behind lawnmower) and Plow-Boy (the old riding lawnmower that gets taken into really rough areas with no regard).
Our tractors are just called by the maker - The Cub and The Kubota. I should get my husband to give them proper names.
When we had cows, they were each called Moseley - usually when trying to get one of them to get in or out of a pasture or corral, 'Come on there Moseley, that's a good cow...' Other than that, they were just the cows. Oh, except for the Black Bast*rd, who earned his name by jumping over every fence we had. He had a short life.
