Here's another funny "daughter farm-sitting" stories:
She had already told me she was really afraid of the roosters (there are 14 of them - 3 or 4 of the biggest sleep on top of the Chick-N-Hutch where I currently have some newly hatched chicks). I kept reassuring her that they were friendly and did not even have any spurs.
She had some of her psychiatrist friends/colleages here over the weekend and was showing them the coop and since it was dark everyone had gone to roost in there including the roosters on top of hutch. But she still needed to feed/water the babies so she was trying to get up the nerve to make the roosters move off the hutch so she could lift the top. She apparently was making quite the scene and voicing her fears and frustrations when one of the therapist's said "Why don't you just use the front door?" She said "What front door?" He said, "the wire door right there on the front." I think she said her response was "well shi_." She hadn't noticed it before.
She also said she had to carry one of the older hens in there and put it on the roost (just like I told her she would) because the roosters jumped it and chased it out of coop everytime it came in. She claimed that when she walked in carrying the hen, all the roosters tried to attack her and my German Shepherd Rex came running in and got between the roosters and her so they wouldn't kill her.
Not sure how much of that story was her imagination. I guess it's possible the roos took her as a challenger when they don't show any aggression towards me but in any event, Rex is now her hero - except for when he made her late for work....
Rex takes guarding baby chicks and ducks very seriously and the little ducks that hatched while she was here were in the upstairs bathroom in a brooder box. I often let Rex "guard" eventhough they are inside because he loves it so and takes it so seriously. Anyway, seems Rex either heard them or smelled them and went running up there and she could not get him out of the bathroom. Said he even growled at her when she tried to grab him. She got him out with the offer of playing ball but was mad that she was going to be late for work "again". I'm guessing this was also the same day she "forgot" to close the bathroom door and one of the cats, the one she calls "Can't get right" because it too has a crooked neck, got the sick/frail baby duck. I know if she had left Rex in there the cat would not have dared gone near the bathroom.
Same group of visiting doctors took lots of photos in the coop while laughing at her and said they couldn't believe she was standing in chicken poop surrounded by chickens.
It seems this place must be some sort of attraction or amusement park or freak show, I'm not sure which, but she keeps bringing psychiatrists, therapists, psychologists here because they all hear about the place and want to visit. The first time she did it I told her I knew what she was really up to and started singing "They're coming to take me away ha, ha,"
