Oh, and this reminds me of the time we used a big Rhode Island Red as a foster mother for hatching duck eggs. She did a splendid job, hatching them all out. Then, we let the family out of their cage onto the front lawn, which sloped down to the frog pond, just to see what would happen. Sure enough, the ducklings made a duck-line to the pond followed by a frantic foster mother. They ignored her and jumped right in, paddling around like mad. After a while the hen settled down and decided to wade around the edges looking for tadpoles and other goodies for her chicks. Moral of the story: if you can't disuade them, join them!