I was never grossed out by my chickens' eggs, but I do remember when I was given my Leghorns (old and being 'retired') from a local farm last year - I suspected the place they came from was probably pretty filthy and so I wouldn't eat their eggs till I'd had them for a month or so and got them used to free ranging and eating grass and bugs. It was easy to know what eggs were what cause they were my only white egg layers. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were white that weirded me out? Everybody else lays light brown eggs. I'm not sure now...
As for fresh versus old, or clean versus grubby eggs, I don't really mind. Eggs keep fine for weeks. Ditto with poopy eggs. I just wash them off under hot running water and then store them the exact same as the clean ones. Sometimes I'll find a big stash of eggs hidden in the barn behind a straw bale - I have a few secret layers! - and I'll have no idea how old they are. I'll still eat them no problem but I crack each one into a cup just to check. If they look grubby as well then the dogs get them. In over a year I've only had one bad egg and I suspect that was due to my boyfriend's haphazard storage system. Also I've always kept roos and I've never found any embryos. Phew!
I took a real attack of the yuks when I plucked and gutted my first chicken. And I still don't like eating meat from cows I've helped to raise. The only one I've been happy about eating was one that turned nasty and kept trying to attack everybody. I was fairly happy to tuck into her!
As for fresh versus old, or clean versus grubby eggs, I don't really mind. Eggs keep fine for weeks. Ditto with poopy eggs. I just wash them off under hot running water and then store them the exact same as the clean ones. Sometimes I'll find a big stash of eggs hidden in the barn behind a straw bale - I have a few secret layers! - and I'll have no idea how old they are. I'll still eat them no problem but I crack each one into a cup just to check. If they look grubby as well then the dogs get them. In over a year I've only had one bad egg and I suspect that was due to my boyfriend's haphazard storage system. Also I've always kept roos and I've never found any embryos. Phew!
I took a real attack of the yuks when I plucked and gutted my first chicken. And I still don't like eating meat from cows I've helped to raise. The only one I've been happy about eating was one that turned nasty and kept trying to attack everybody. I was fairly happy to tuck into her!
