It's a good thing that chickens only weigh 4 or 5 pounds or they would rule the world.
Which would be horribly terrifying.
The red hen is the most adventurous of the group and often goes off on her own to explore. That habit got her into some kind of trouble as she injured her leg and has been quite lame. She gets a bit better every day so I think she will eventually be back out exploring soon.
The two wyandottes can be told apart by their tail feathers, one has very puffy feathers and the other is very sleek. Hence, Wynnie of the sleek tail and Dottie of the pouf. Wynnie is the meanest of the bunch and is the personification of the term hen-pecked. That is her in the back, looking innocent while plotting something nefarious.
The others don't really have names unless Little Red Hen and Aussie count. Then there is the little white chick, who gets bigger every day. He is rather a doofus - always getting lost when mom is three feet away, but around a corner, running around with dead frogs, getting picked on by everybody, especially Wynnie....He does not really have a name either, but is starting to respond to Doofus, because, well....if the doofus fits....