Five Years a Writer

We eat a lot of eggs in our house — breakfast, lunch or dinner, you might find us eating eggs. We like them, they’re convenient and healthy. What has always troubled me about this food source, however, is how un healthy and downright horrid most hens’ lives and living conditions are in today’s mass-production settings. Even ‘organic’ eggs will often come from chickens housed in crowded barns without any outdoor access. My like of eggs compared to the hens’ quality of life is a painful contradiction for my political self.  Last summer, driving home from the cottage one Sunday, I lamented how close we were to “the land” (driving   through rural Manitoba as we were) and yet how far removed our meals were from local humane food production. “Especially eggs!” I cried. “Where will I ever find happy-chicken eggs?”   Later that evening, I posted the question to Facebook and got a reply from my friend Jane in Nova Scotia: “Look for ‘pasture raised’ eggs,” she advised....