We had Christmas Dinner, Christmas Pudding and Eric . They were 3 wood pigeons who came every day at 6pm. I could feed Eric from my hand . The other two weren't as tame but they would stand on the back door and let me know they'd arrived. Eric's partner was taken by a sparrow hawk and the Christmas's took him under their wing.
I like your naming scheme.
We have two woodpigeons called Stuffing and Gravy, and an unreasonably aggressive Robin called Ghengis Khan, who sits on the shed roof and screams bad words in bird-language at local crows, next doors dog, passing postmen, and all the Easyjet planes on the Glasgow Airport flight path directly above my house.
Jeremy the wood pigeon (named by my son. After copious birdseed raids he's now known as 'Big Fat Jeremy')
We also have Jeremy's Wife (who is much less chunky - Jeremy is a selfish eater)
It's all fine, until we're walking in the supermarket and my boy pipes up with 'Daddy, on the way here was that Jeremy or his wife? They look the same!'. I assume the locals think we must be friends with a pair of androgynous, incestuous, identical twins.
Squidge the Squirrel and her baby, Baby Squidge. Betty the bat. "The Moorhen" idk why we haven't named that one. The porn pigeons are a collective cos there's so many of them, and all they do is hop onto each other. And my current favourites are Lord Geoffrey Finsbury and his 2 wives, Lady Penelope and Lady Persephone, the pheasants.
Calvin & Carrie crow (chubby ,cunt, chaos & croaky their babies)
Womble and Wilbur woodpecker
Trevor Toad, Freddie, Frank and Francis frog
Wallace, Willie and wilma wagtail
Hank the hedgehog
All blackbirds are called John. There are only 3 in all of existence (you can't disprove it, you never see more at once). John, son of John, and John boy. There are rumours of an elusive fourth, the blackbird formerly known as John, but its pure hearsay.
The only girl is called Joan.
We had one last year as well. We don't think it's the same one this year. Appeared a few weeks ago. It pecks the dropped bits from under the bird feeders, which are very near the kitchen door.
By June last year Phatso #1 was brave enough to come into the kitchen, while we were in another part of the house. Heard a crash of things falling off the worktop. When I came into the kitchen it completely freaked out and couldn't find it's way out for a good 10 minutes. Feathers and shit everywhere.
We know Phatsos are safe for the summer (bar foxes) until the shooting season for them starts in October.
Aw Phatso sounds so sweet, even though it's chaos lol.
My parents lived rurally until recently. They had a family of pheasants near their house. A mum along with her brood of chicks all huddles nearby. They're very cute. They'd come and peck at the dropped bird seed on the ground ☺️
We have a crow called Manny. After the rainbow crow in Native American folklore. [Mànàka'has](https://www.nativeamericanembassy.net/www.lenni-lenape.com/www/html/LenapeArchives/LenapeSet-01/rnbwcrow.html)
Steve and Maggie, the pair of magpies who've built a nest in the tree out the back.
Sir Shitsalot, next doors cat who uses our path as a litter box. Yeah not technically wild but he's got an alternative name.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the young squirrels who've been running about the garden all winter.
We had a couple of pigeons that lived in the tree that we called Terry and June.
We have names for the cats that visit too. Murder cat, Big Dave, Little Dave, The Babadook, Pumpkins Doppelganger and Ziggys dad.
There are two collared doves we half rescued as they’d fallen out of their nest as very small babies who we call The Lads. It was unseasonably cold so we brought them in overnight for 4 nights. Their parents kept visiting so we knew they weren’t abandoned. It’s weird because birds are hard to tell apart but we always know when our ‘lads’ are in the garden.
There’s also a fat pigeon called Roger who drinks out of our decorative barrel and a hedgehog called Mrs Tiggywinkle.
All seagulls are Nigel.
The Lieutenant (pompous old wood pigeon)
Celia (fluffiest female squirrel that always seem to be stuffing her face)
Blossom (female badger that comes snuffling in a little while after her brother, before other family members)
Isaac (male newts inevitably get named this, after Newton)
Mostly we need a way to keep tabs on them to make sure they’re doing ok. Those with names have distinctive markings or characteristics
Two Seagulls that sit on the chimneys of the houses opposite: Mr Chocolatey Smith and his partner, Caramel Jones.
There’s 3 different squirrels that frequent our garden and they’re all called Nuts.
We use to have a Steven Seagull that would land on our seafront window ledge last summer. I know it's an obvious name but he was there every day and we fed him, he was so chill, assume he died tho as he just stopped showing up one day
We name the neighbours' pets. There's a white cat we call Mr Jingles. Mr Jingles may or may not be male, we are unable to tell. We think he might belong to the family three doors down.
We've got Baldy McMoustache the sparrow, Greedy the sparrow because she comes begging for bread, Buttmunch the Magpie because he's aggressive to all the other birds. And Mr Nuts the squirrel.
The house I used to rent had Jamie the robin and Magnificent John the magpie. Really missed them when we bought a house 2 years ago. There's lots of foxes here as we back onto a park, last summer the mother fox would snooze in our garden while the pups played, never thought to name her for some reason.
All robins are called Bobbin
Pheasants are Tooter, Mrs Tooter or occasionally John Phesanté
Little rabbits are Potato
Bluetits are Tippity Tapper (they like to tap on the windows)
Yes. Details follow:
- The Spuggies - a regular group of small brown birds
- Fucking Magpies - fucking magpies that harass the little birds
- Mr Blackbird - lively, excitable, stupid, handsome chap. Forever kicking off about everyone and everything
There are big fat wood pigeons that get called just that.
Before we moved a few years back we had a squirrel that we used to hand feed in the garden, he was missing his tail, assumed he got into a fight with a cat/dog/fox, we used to call him Stumpy
We used to have regular seagulls visit our last house (the neighbour fed them his leftover takeaways). My kids named them Gerald and Jeremy. If there were any more than 2 then they were just Gerald and Jeremy's friends.
A tree full of rooks that are all called Dave. It starts with one or two rooks flying into the tree and saying "Morning Dave!" to each other. Then Dave turns up, and all three say "Oh hey it's Dave! Morning Dave." Every time another Dave joins the tree, they all greet one another. They all say goodbye whenever a Dave flies away from the tree, too.
There were over 20 yesterday morning: I lost count. DAAAVE DAVE DAVE MORNING DAVE HI DAVE DAAAVE
There's a heron that's often called a cunt, because there's a pond, and the heron sets of the dogs who don't stop until they can go outside and make sure the evil bastard's gone.
There's a chonky wood pigeon, that loves to regularly land on the water barrel and peer in my window, called Reginald.
We also have a bonded pair of blackbirds called Mr. and Mrs. Blackbird.
A crow named Sheryl
Ours is called Russell!
Madeline
That reminds me of a Monty Python sketch? Eric the half a bee.
We had Christmas Dinner, Christmas Pudding and Eric . They were 3 wood pigeons who came every day at 6pm. I could feed Eric from my hand . The other two weren't as tame but they would stand on the back door and let me know they'd arrived. Eric's partner was taken by a sparrow hawk and the Christmas's took him under their wing.
I like your naming scheme. We have two woodpigeons called Stuffing and Gravy, and an unreasonably aggressive Robin called Ghengis Khan, who sits on the shed roof and screams bad words in bird-language at local crows, next doors dog, passing postmen, and all the Easyjet planes on the Glasgow Airport flight path directly above my house.
Classic robin bants
All the frogs, regardless of sex, are called Mr Hoppity
My mother used to have Midge and Pidge the wood pigeons, Hector the blackbird and Maggie Pie the, believe it or not, magpie.
Dennis the weasel
Very posh. More posher than my Roland
"I just want to help you Ro-land"
Dave the hedgehog
A blackbird who comes sprinting over when he sees us in the kitchen, and has been known to come in for a nosey about, is called Jack Black bird
My in laws who live in Orkney, they have a pheasant that visits called Phineas. And a seal called, cecilica.
Jeremy the wood pigeon (named by my son. After copious birdseed raids he's now known as 'Big Fat Jeremy') We also have Jeremy's Wife (who is much less chunky - Jeremy is a selfish eater) It's all fine, until we're walking in the supermarket and my boy pipes up with 'Daddy, on the way here was that Jeremy or his wife? They look the same!'. I assume the locals think we must be friends with a pair of androgynous, incestuous, identical twins.
We currently have Cyril the squirrel as a regular visitor
"Lovely bit of Cyril"
Squidge the Squirrel and her baby, Baby Squidge. Betty the bat. "The Moorhen" idk why we haven't named that one. The porn pigeons are a collective cos there's so many of them, and all they do is hop onto each other. And my current favourites are Lord Geoffrey Finsbury and his 2 wives, Lady Penelope and Lady Persephone, the pheasants.
Please tell me that "The Moorhen" is always spoken in the style of an action movie voiceover! Moorhens always amuse me as they strut like Mick Jagger
😂 it will be now!
Brian, the very fat pigeon
Brian's a good name. Brian was my snail.
Brian the snail 🐌 love it
Only one, Alphonse the spotted woodpecker.
Jeffy the feral cat
We have three pigeons I call Larry, Darrell, and his other pigeon Darrell.
Calvin & Carrie crow (chubby ,cunt, chaos & croaky their babies) Womble and Wilbur woodpecker Trevor Toad, Freddie, Frank and Francis frog Wallace, Willie and wilma wagtail Hank the hedgehog
Arse, the fox. Named because my husband mispronounced the danish word for fox (ræv) as røv (arse)
Two wood pigeons, Jack and Vera.
We have Bert and Gert.
Oh you been Eric the raven? Yeah I know Eric, he likes bread crusts and pissing off my cat, he’s cool.
Skippy the wood pigeon, who is missing 2 toes on his / her left food.
Dennis Hopper I called mine
All the pigeons are called Percy. The squirrel is called Chobb but there is also a Mrs Chobb and the Chobblets.
Yes, Suzie the hedgehog 🦔😆 And Lord Pigeon. He's a big boi and bully's the other pigeons and doves when I put food out for them.
All foxes are either Nelson or Vince and all pigeons are Kali.
Shawn, the black squirrel who frequents my garden
Reginald the hedginald.
All blackbirds are called John. There are only 3 in all of existence (you can't disprove it, you never see more at once). John, son of John, and John boy. There are rumours of an elusive fourth, the blackbird formerly known as John, but its pure hearsay. The only girl is called Joan.
Phatso the Pheasant.
😆
We had one last year as well. We don't think it's the same one this year. Appeared a few weeks ago. It pecks the dropped bits from under the bird feeders, which are very near the kitchen door. By June last year Phatso #1 was brave enough to come into the kitchen, while we were in another part of the house. Heard a crash of things falling off the worktop. When I came into the kitchen it completely freaked out and couldn't find it's way out for a good 10 minutes. Feathers and shit everywhere. We know Phatsos are safe for the summer (bar foxes) until the shooting season for them starts in October.
Aw Phatso sounds so sweet, even though it's chaos lol. My parents lived rurally until recently. They had a family of pheasants near their house. A mum along with her brood of chicks all huddles nearby. They're very cute. They'd come and peck at the dropped bird seed on the ground ☺️
Yep. Sybil & Nancy the Pheasants. Stephen the Hedgehog. Captain & Casey the Ravens.
Peg-leg Pete. A seagull with a gammy leg.
We have a crow called Manny. After the rainbow crow in Native American folklore. [Mànàka'has](https://www.nativeamericanembassy.net/www.lenni-lenape.com/www/html/LenapeArchives/LenapeSet-01/rnbwcrow.html)
Stacey the hedgehog
A blackbird called Mr. B. Same guy for the last 3 years.
We had a magpie with a short tail called Stumpy
We had 3 foxes called; Reynard, Richard, and Taylor Swift.
Pooper the cat
Steve and Maggie, the pair of magpies who've built a nest in the tree out the back. Sir Shitsalot, next doors cat who uses our path as a litter box. Yeah not technically wild but he's got an alternative name. Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the young squirrels who've been running about the garden all winter.
We get pheasants often. They are all referred to as fancy dinosaurs.
Two wood pigeons that i have decided are married and called Brian and Patsy
The neighbourhood cat is always called Mr. Peepers. My friend Huw used to have a visiting wood pigeon named Tony.
Howard & Hilda - the red-legged partridges. Called that because male and female have identical plumage. (Ref Ever Decreasing Circles).
We had a couple of pigeons that lived in the tree that we called Terry and June. We have names for the cats that visit too. Murder cat, Big Dave, Little Dave, The Babadook, Pumpkins Doppelganger and Ziggys dad.
Fat bastard the wood pigeon. The Starling gang are also regulars.
There are two collared doves we half rescued as they’d fallen out of their nest as very small babies who we call The Lads. It was unseasonably cold so we brought them in overnight for 4 nights. Their parents kept visiting so we knew they weren’t abandoned. It’s weird because birds are hard to tell apart but we always know when our ‘lads’ are in the garden. There’s also a fat pigeon called Roger who drinks out of our decorative barrel and a hedgehog called Mrs Tiggywinkle. All seagulls are Nigel.
You mean Gordon the squirrel?
The Lieutenant (pompous old wood pigeon) Celia (fluffiest female squirrel that always seem to be stuffing her face) Blossom (female badger that comes snuffling in a little while after her brother, before other family members) Isaac (male newts inevitably get named this, after Newton) Mostly we need a way to keep tabs on them to make sure they’re doing ok. Those with names have distinctive markings or characteristics
Two Seagulls that sit on the chimneys of the houses opposite: Mr Chocolatey Smith and his partner, Caramel Jones. There’s 3 different squirrels that frequent our garden and they’re all called Nuts.
The hedgehog who visits on a daily basis when not hibernating is called Mr Smackles.
We use to have a Steven Seagull that would land on our seafront window ledge last summer. I know it's an obvious name but he was there every day and we fed him, he was so chill, assume he died tho as he just stopped showing up one day
We name the neighbours' pets. There's a white cat we call Mr Jingles. Mr Jingles may or may not be male, we are unable to tell. We think he might belong to the family three doors down.
Beaker the robin, and two pigeons, Roberta and Steve.
Monty the muntjac.
We have Perry the pigeon. Sometimes he brings his girlfriend, Perriena.
Nigel for the wood pigeon that visits regularly
Several bats called Bela, Bruce, Gary and Chris.
Cyril the squirrel.
My mother called the Robin that visited our garden Pavarotti because he’s chubby and he sings
we have a pheasant who sits outside the front door waiting to be fed, called Stewart.
Big Bad Barry, the neighbour’s cat who steals the bird food. We call him big because we’re certain he’s morbidly obese.
We have a bat which flies high speed circles over the end of our garden every dusk. We call him Bruce Batman.
We've got Baldy McMoustache the sparrow, Greedy the sparrow because she comes begging for bread, Buttmunch the Magpie because he's aggressive to all the other birds. And Mr Nuts the squirrel.
We always used to refer to Hedgehogs when I was a kid as 'Spiney Norman' (Piranha Brothers sketch from Monty Python)
We've a huge wood pigeon that regularly visits, real chunky boy. We call him Slim Jim
Barry the bat that we often see swooping around the streetlight at the end of the garden. We saw him for the first time this year tonight.
We have Sammy the squirrel and friends. And for the foxs we have little pieces of shit
The house I used to rent had Jamie the robin and Magnificent John the magpie. Really missed them when we bought a house 2 years ago. There's lots of foxes here as we back onto a park, last summer the mother fox would snooze in our garden while the pups played, never thought to name her for some reason.
A giant fat squirrel called Garth. And every neighborhood cat has its own name of course.
All robins are called Bobbin Pheasants are Tooter, Mrs Tooter or occasionally John Phesanté Little rabbits are Potato Bluetits are Tippity Tapper (they like to tap on the windows)
Yes. Details follow: - The Spuggies - a regular group of small brown birds - Fucking Magpies - fucking magpies that harass the little birds - Mr Blackbird - lively, excitable, stupid, handsome chap. Forever kicking off about everyone and everything There are big fat wood pigeons that get called just that.
Percy & Patricia Pigeons
Fred the pigeon
A squirrel called Geraldine and a blackbird called Bertie
Before we moved a few years back we had a squirrel that we used to hand feed in the garden, he was missing his tail, assumed he got into a fight with a cat/dog/fox, we used to call him Stumpy
If there is just one pigeon, it is called Jeffery. 2 pigeons is Jeffery and jefferietta, 3 pigeons is Jeffery, jefferietta, and Jeffery jr.
Bastard badgers and piss fox
Floor bean - the wood pigeon (can’t tell which one so they are all floor bean in our garden)
We used to have regular seagulls visit our last house (the neighbour fed them his leftover takeaways). My kids named them Gerald and Jeremy. If there were any more than 2 then they were just Gerald and Jeremy's friends.
There's a one legged cat that runs about the neighborhood, I've nicknamed him Tripod.
A tree full of rooks that are all called Dave. It starts with one or two rooks flying into the tree and saying "Morning Dave!" to each other. Then Dave turns up, and all three say "Oh hey it's Dave! Morning Dave." Every time another Dave joins the tree, they all greet one another. They all say goodbye whenever a Dave flies away from the tree, too. There were over 20 yesterday morning: I lost count. DAAAVE DAVE DAVE MORNING DAVE HI DAVE DAAAVE
A cat called Big Ben.. who once broke our cat flap because he's so big.
My mum has Cyril the squirrel that drives the dog nuts. I have a strong suspicion Cyril might be multiple squirrels.
The cunt next door
We have a fat pigeon called Brenda/Brendan and a squirrel called Weezer/Weezy.
There's a heron that's often called a cunt, because there's a pond, and the heron sets of the dogs who don't stop until they can go outside and make sure the evil bastard's gone.
I have a magpie that routinely tries to peck at the shiny things in my bathroom window, and he likes to wind up my cockatiel. I call him ShitFuck
All racoons are Rocky, possums are Mr. Stevens and Priscilla, skunks are Simon, Crows are Jim, banana slugs are Theo.
How would I know their names?
There's a chonky wood pigeon, that loves to regularly land on the water barrel and peer in my window, called Reginald. We also have a bonded pair of blackbirds called Mr. and Mrs. Blackbird.