I got chickens a few weeks ago. This is the first time in the marriage that one of us is really into a project and the other isn't. The Sweetie is clear that these are "YOUR chickens, honey!" (Although she does like the eggs.)
But there are a few jobs that require an extra set of hands, such as spraying the birds for lice. This is best done after they've gone to rest for the night, when they're easier to handle. We both wear headlamps, I wrangle the birds, and she does the spraying.
I had Harriet upside down when The Sweetie went "Um, she's leaking." I held her off to the side until she was done pooping, then back to the job.
A friend's chicken has become egg-bound, so I've been reading up on what to do should that happen to one of mine. When I got to the part with the rubber gloves and K-Y jelly, The Sweetie replied "Not my monkeys. Not my circus."