They raised some free range chickens for eggs. The egg layers lived in hen houses on wheels that were regularly moved by tractor to different grassy places in the pastures or fields. They were kept inside a movable fence enclosing a large area. The chickens were not crowded at all while they hunted bugs and seeds and feed.
One day the farm family gave me a gift of some eggs, more than I could easily use myself. I offered the extra eggs to my suburb-raised neighbor who lived in an apartment next door. I told her about the living conditions of the egg-laying hens.
Politely refusing, she wouldn't take the eggs, explaining that it grossed her out to think of eating eggs that came out of a chicken's behind.
"I only eat eggs from the store." she firmly declared.
Ayup.
