At my last home (was there 18 years), I had a neighbor that was horrid, and the main reason I moved. One time, he brought the police home after his regular nights at the bar, and they did a sobriety check on our shared duplex lawn. Class.
The one good thing - he kept chickens, and a duck. A white Pekin duck. The animals were neglected, and would sneak through our fence and hang out in my back yard. I fed them oats, and canned corn. I was struggling mightily at this time, just 1-2 years ago. Going through a break up, being forced to move due to my neighbor.
That duck... I fell in love with that duck. They bond differently than chickens. Ducks are more emotional I think (think of how they stick to their mom like glue when babies). I got a pool to bathe in (the owner did not give it a wading pool), & would change the water daily (heavy!). She would lay her duck eggs on my porch every morning to say thank you. She just lit up around me. Flapping her wings, trumpeting.
I called her Daisy. I haven't seen her since I moved, but keep her feathers on my mantle here, with a few other feathers, momentos. Pic of her and her male partner: