I've had a chicken and a rooster that were more or less pets. The rooster was Rooty and the chicken was Shirley
Shirley liked to come out to weed with me in the garden and would sit on my lap getting petted.
The rooster was just a regular barnyard rooster but he knew enough to not try to get into the chicken house. And he only crowed in the mornings.
They are both dead now, I have little chicken graves outside my barn with a cross on the graves.
"Until one has loved an animal, part of one's soul remains unawakened..."
- Anatole France