Seth working stock err um baby chicks err um in my groom shop!

Yeah, you read it right Seth was working baby chicks in the groom shop. He has shown a keen interest in them since I bought them 3 weeks or so ago. So I took a few out and let him "practice" working. Seth was a great chicken dog when he was younger and I had chickens years ago. He knows what chickens are by name and he would round them up for me every evening and put them away in the chicken house. Then he'd scope out our yard and make sure none were hiding in the weeds or bushes as chickens like to do. Seth could even work guinea hens, which aren't easy because too much pressure will send them flying. It's funny too that Seth likes working chickens, because he hated working ducks. Once we were asked to work the ducks a bit at the ranch where I used to train, to get them used to a dog before a trial (yeah, a duck trial, I know) I sent Seth and he did a nice tiny outrun in the pen where the ducks were and stood over them looking over the fence into the field where the sheep were. I called him back and tried it several times until he finally resigned himself to look at the feathered things and work them around a bit. You could see in his face that he felt humiliated by the whole thing. Although a few days later during the trial which was in the big field, a group of ducks got away from the handler's dog and went hightailing it up the field. I had to send Seth and he did a beautiful job of gathering up those ducks and bringing them all the way back to me where I was waiting with the crate door opened and he popped them right in very smoothly. See of course, that was "real" work and he knew there was a purpose for it, just like gathering up my chickens and putting them away so the coyotes didn't get them. Sheep are still his favorite to work, as the poor dog hasn't got to work anything in a few years even he perked up at the chance to work itty bitty baby chicks. He took my flanks beautifully and took my walk up on his belly because I'm sure he wanted to be eye level with the tiny things.

So have I totally disgraced and humiliated my good working dog?