My goodness this thread has really taken off! So much creativity. And the stories behind some of these are so touching. I wish I had more to add about Chipper. Most of this is about my long list of other pets. Chipper first so you can skip on if you wish.
My chin came with his name and I figured since he was 4 or so years old he should keep it since he was probably familiar with it. Chipper was what I was told and he does seem to recognize it but he responds to being talked to more than anything else. I've called him Chip, Chip-E, Fuzzy, Fuzzamuffin, Chip-Er-Nate-Or, Chin-Chill-Ah!, Critter, and Little Monster with the same result as Chipper. He looks for the shreddy.
I have a house full of birds, most of which I named. We'll start with the order they came in:
1 orange weaver - Homer (hubby named) There were two and he said Homer and Marge. I had nothing so it stuck. They were both female. Homer, or Pretty Girl as I call her, is living the good life since Marge passed away. Apparently weavers stress each other out.
1 white fantail pigeon - Sam (also named by the hubby) He left the yard he was to live in and couldn't figure out how to get back. He was Casey before he showed up at my office and it took months before I identified the co-worker who owned him. She was delighted he was still alive and offered his old name but told me I was welcome to keep him since he didn't stay put. Fantails don't home and she wanted a garden pigeon that would. Sam/Casey needed a cage and I was more than happy to keep him. He's my Pigeon Pie. He responds to his name and his nickname.
Despite the pigeon and the finch, I wanted budgies and when we got our house I got them. Gypsy was first but she came with a cold and I missed the signs. I thought she was quite because she missed her cagemates so we went right back and got her a buddy.
1 light blue budgie - Feathers He doted on Gypsy and made her the most comfortable patient ever, helping me miss completely that she needed help. When it finally hit me, I of course, took her to a vet. An incompetant one who treated her for perch rash rather than for her illness. Gypsy passed and Feathers went into mourning so we had to go get him a buddy.
1 yellow/green/blue budgie - Summer, aka Crazy Bird She's a bit flighty (pardon the pun). They're so cute together though. As long as she makes Feathers happy she can be as crazy as she wants.
There are two floors to our home and I wanted to recreate my childhood of birds in my room.
yellow budgie girl - Lemon and green budgie boy - Lime Another lovey pair of budgies. They were purchased together and they've never been separated as long as we've had them, so they go to the vet together even if only one is being seen.
The "I guess I'm a rescue" moment: A friend had a co-worker ask her to take a pair of budgies, cage and all. She then told me about them and hubby said yes. They came with the names Plucky and Angel. Plucky is male and white with sky blue accented with yellow. Angel is female and solid white. They're my most lovey pair of budgies, my loudest and my best fliers. They showed me how an accomplished flyer navigates a room! Plucky can do this for hours.
"I Guess I'm a Rescue" confirmed: I dropped an injured Canadian goose off at an animal rescue and they had a pair of plain old rock dove fledglings (aka street pigeons), I got asked to foster them. I was told they couldn't be released but the reason they were there was because they had been found out of the nest and mistaken for abandoned. All I needed to do was feed them until they could fly. I named them Checkers and Jax. Checkers had a speckled pattern on her wings and, well, Jax fell victim to an association naming. Games were on my mind I guess. Checkers developed an instant deep fear of anything handed to her. Jax treated me like I was mommy. I released Checkers to the care of a large pigeon flock because I figured she'd rather take her chances with her own kind than cower in the corner of a box for the rest of her life. Jax became Sam's companion. They're roommates only, not best buds. There seems to be some kind of competition for my attention going on there. Who knew pigeons were so territorial? Sheesh.
1 male standard cockatiel - Picco I'm not sure of the spelling, but the name came with this bird and he responds to it quite well. Hubby wanted to change it early on, but Picco knows who he is and that was that.
Then came a purple pincher hermit crab male prenamed Spike, from the co-worker who brought me Chipper the following year. After Spike sparked my interest in hermit crabs (and survived a molt), I added 2 more hermit crabs to his habitiat. I named them Pearl and Rocky. They're both male. Pearl is named after the pearly plate on his back and Rocky is named after the shell he came in that looked more like a rock.
1 female pearled cockatiel - Stitch She was the last cockatiel at our local Petco and she looked so cute but lonely. She seemed friendly and Picco was so bored by himself all day. I had the money in my pocket. See it coming? I wanted to go with a matching theme and wasn't about to reinforce that Picco was named for the electric company. I decided to go with a thread theme. Maybe his name was spelled picot. It was just natural to follow that with Stitch. They're best buds but don't really know what to do with eachother. He doesn't want her to touch him and doesn't know how to preen her. It's comical to watch. She takes whatever attention he'll give her and she's so gentle with us. She's a doll. And she knows her name, too.
My co-worker seemed very interested in my updates on his little friend Spike, then told me about a chinchilla he was fostering. I waited a month before taking in Chipper, then a few months later the same co-worker gave me another hermit crab named Max. Max turned out to be female so I changed her name to Maxine. She had a hole in her exoskeleton when she came to me, but after several molts she's good as new. She eats like two Spikes! The crabs don't seem to care if I'm talking or not. They just don't want me to move. Shadows freak them out.
And that's everybody!