I used to have chickens. Well, I started out with one, and let her have three babies. Her name was Jewel. She was a banty chicken I got from the pig farmer across the street when my daughter was over there playing around the pig barn and noticed that Jewel's babies were falling into the pens and being eaten! So we begged to have Jewel. She had a ton of personality. I loved that hen so much...But anyway, she settled into our barn, and began laying eggs. Her eggs were small and brown and perfect. I saved up enough to make scrambled eggs- you need about two or three banty eggs to equal one standard chicken egg. I kind of felt like a murderer at first, eating the potential chicks, but I got over it. Free-range chicken eggs are so much better than store-bought eggs. The birds eat insects and greens and stuff, so the egg yolks are so orange they don't even look real when you are used to pale yellow store-bought eggs. Then, the yolks are round! Not flattened out because they aren't fresh. So anyway, if I had to kill my own food, I could eat eggs and possibly fish...