I'm pleased to share with you the story he wrote about his experience. It's been posted to the SF Examiner web site as Urban Chickens: Do-it-yourself hen party.
My favorite section of the article is the one we weren't around to witness: Michael's experience eating the hours-old egg we'd given him as a sample.
Here's hoping many others are inspired by Michael's words to join us in our urban chicken farming. What's stopping you from getting started?
There was very little I wished to do other than eat it. But how? A light scramble, with just a little butter in the pan and a slight sprinkling of sea salt when it hit the plate. I cooked up a store-bought (though still organic) egg exactly the same way and compared the two. Everything about the ür-fresh egg was richer-- the color of the yolk, the flavor, and the feel on the tongue. The store-bought egg was still good, but... you know where I am going with this, surely.
The thought of returning to my tiny, chicken-free apartment suddenly depressed me a little. Then I took another swig of beer, another bite of scrambled egg, and moved on.