That's a better story than my Aunt Cereath, who decided to raise minks. She had a whole chicken house full of minks because she wouldn't kill them (or have them killed) for their fur. And the minks kept doing what minks will do...I think Uncle Warner eventually put his foot down and sold the whole lot of them...must have been thousands (of minks)..no clue how much $$$$.
I used to love going to Aunt Cereath's house. She was Grandma Mamie's youngest sister and spoiled rotten by all accounts. They raised milk goats too, and that's why we'd go - to get goat's milk, which Granny loved. The whole house reeked of animals and piled up newspapers though. Pretty sure the goats had the run of the house.
And then there's my Uncle Herman who raised emus...he still has a couple. For awhile he was convinced that the emu burger would be available through every McDonald's drive thru because of the lower fat and cholesterol. They were mean and ugly and I'm still not sure how he managed to get rid of most of his stock - probably gave them away.