(Mrs. Barry here)
My husband didn't want chickens because his family had them when he was a child, and he was forced to go clean their coop and feed them when he'd rather be playing or watching TV.
It took three years to get him to where he would accept them. We made a deal: if he would build their coop (which I could not do) then I'd take care of them after that, and he would not have to do a thing for them.
I also reminded him of how great fresh farm eggs were on the breakfast plate.
He finally agreed to the chickens as long as I took care of them.
But then a funny thing happened.
I got the chicks home and he started watching them play in the brooder. Then the third day I had them, he VOLUNTEERED to transfer the chicks from the brooder to a box I had to put them in while I cleaned their brooder. The next day, he VOLUNTEERED to move the chicks from the brooder to the temp box and then back to the brooder again. That time, he took one of the little chicks out and just put her on the table to watch her.
The next day, he VOLUNTEERED to clean the brooder.
By that time, he was hooked. He wouldn't admit it openly for another week or two, but he really liked being father to those chickens!