I think they are our new pets

So we have been talking about getting Chicken for awhile, my daughter's in-laws are moving and had nine Hens so we thought we would go for it. So we worked and built a coop and then the run. We picked up the Hens Friday. Now for a week before we got them my husband said, don't name them, don't get close to them, don't this, don't that...I mean how stupid does he think we are, naming a chicken come on! Well they take them out of the carrier and and one of them he is thinking of shooting because it is screaming at the top of it's lungs and it is late. Well since it is dark I cannot really see them. So Saturday I go out to check on them and make sure they are fed and watered, well then I seen her, the blond Hen...did I name her.....oh you know I did, her name is Marilyn. a few of the others have been named also by my boys. Have then been held, yes, they love to be held. Now we want hens for the eggs not as pets, have they given us eggs...nope....are they more like pets....yes, we have bought them nice scratch, new food, clean their coop and run every other day. Have they done anything for us in the egg department....Nope! Now lets back up a little, the man who said don't name them, hold them... was holding Marilyn today and petting her. So I don't feel so bad. LOL We could never live on a farm and raise our own food, we would look into the eyes of a cow and that would be it. We are in bad shape. LOL