Didn't do me a bit of harm. In fact, I now have skills that I'm sure all of the metrosexual, citified, neutered bunch of guys I work with wish they had.
Guy I work with recently just paid his lawnmowing service (pay to get your lawn mowed? but that's another story....) 100 bucks to trim a small embankment at his house.
Thinking that maybe his trimmer was broken, or he didn't have one, I offered to let him borrow mine. His reply? "Nah, mine is just fine. I just don't like to do it."
I've seen the "embankment" he had "trimmed". Might take me 15 minutes to do, if I worked slowly and had a hard time starting my trimmer up. Sez me, I'm in the wrong business.
And....I'm cringing at the thought of telling my uncle (who owned one of the farms I worked on) "Nah, I just don't feel like doing that incredibly simple task. Can I just give someone 100 dollars to do it for me?"
The thing I hated worst was being the 'big kid' who got to catch and secure sheep for my great uncle to shear. Haying was dirty work, but not near so bad, and I didn't mind it, nor planting/cultivating/cutting/spearing/hanging/stripping tobacco. Crabbing, (trot line and crab pots), digging clams, fishing, tonging oysters, hunting deer and waterfowl were just putting food on the table.
I wish I could give my grandkids the same opportunities I had as a kid, but my childhood was long ago and far away.
Did the chickens have large talons? I hope you have seen Napoleon Dynamite.