I didn't know what section to post this in, so I thought I'd try here. I had my first scrambled eggs from my own chickens tonight and psychologically could not handle it. I eat eggs, in very limited quantities (usually scrambled with cheese), and having eggs from my own chickens tonight put me over the edge. They tasted like eggs, but my brain was telling me not to eat them. Has anyone else experienced something like this or heard of it?