Every so often, Hubby reminds me that the eggs are building up in the cold room. Especially now that I’m back to work, and we don’t have eggs for breakfast every day, we do sometimes end up with way more than we need. Last summer, we were selling our extras, and that worked out well, but after the fox got a bunch of our hens, we didn’t have enough to fulfill orders anymore, and we got too sporadic for most of our buyers.
Not long ago, I got ‘reminded’ that we had six dozen extra eggs downstairs. That’s seventy-two eggs, in case you were counting, which is actually quite a lot! It is not, however, enough to really sell to regular buyers, and not enough to be worth making a special trip into town to sell.
Now, we owe a bunch of thanks to a bunch of people around here. The folks up the road who plowed our garden for a cut rate, for instance, and the neighbors who gifted us a hundred and fifty bushels of bin sweepings (waste grain, which makes great chicken feed). People I don’t think we could really adequately thank, or repay.
So we took our six dozen eggs and shared the wealth around. Everybody was very happy with them, and wanted to pay us, but you know, I’d much rather have happy neighbors than the money anyhow. Twenty or thirty dollars worth of farm eggs go a long way to strong community relations, and you just can’t put a price tag on that!