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You are awfully accommodating to cater to his fussiness that way. I would tell him that if he wants to live in my house he can eat what I serve. No way would I buy special birds for him. He needs to get a grip.
I think I'd be serving a lot of scrambled eggs, quiche and angel food cake with creme' anglaise. And I'd refuse to even tell him what color the eggs were or whether they were fertilised.
We have two roosters, and neither is mean. Both run away from us as fast as they can--they are far more skittish than the hens. This is a good thing. However, I don't trust either of them at all with my three year old, and he can't get into the hen house or the pasture without an adult. It's just not worth any injury or his being scared of chickens for the rest of his life. I know several people who, as adults, hate chickens because of the floggings they received from roosters as youngsters.
Funny story--we sell eggs and I had one customer tell me, after eating several dozen eggs, that they wanted to make sure they never got a fertilised egg. I had to tell her that most eggs I sell are fertile. I think she expected there to be a bloody spot, or blood vessels or something gross. I broke one open for her then and there and showed her the germination plate. She was totally fine with it once she saw what it really meant to have a fertilised egg.
