When I finally gave in to peer pressure (that's my story!) and got some hens for eggs this past spring, I went all out and bought 25 from McMurray (who sent me 27). I can only legally have 10 in the city, so some went to a gentleman in a neighboring county (he took my babies to coyote-infested territory, I felt really guilty) and a few went to a lady in a neighboring city. I realize the numbers of departing hens are vague, at best, luckily for me hens move around pretty quickly.
So, eventually my totally legal flock of 10 hens started laying and I had been tossing around silly "farm" names for months. (Just so you real farmer types know, I do realize that I am not a farmer!) We got two blue eggs one day, then a brown egg, then a few more eggs, then suddenly six eggs. Then we were getting eggs from all the hens. Neighbors brought me egg cartons they just "happened" to be saving (I wonder why?), and I ordered egg cartons to use.
We were awash in eggs (there's just the two of us) and one morning I said something to the effect that we were doomed to drown in eggs. Thus "Eggy Doom Micro-farm" was born. Knowing that we have more hens than we need for eggs and actually seeing all those eggs were two different things. I still love my girls.
Our extra eggs go to family and neighbors, so it's worked out fine. I keep telling myself that next time I'd just get a few hens, but there are so many breeds! I want 'em all.
I have Easter Eggers, Barred Rocks (Sophronia is the friendliest and escapingest bird ever), Black Giants, Brahmas, Cochins (Ermengarde would eat a cat if they didn't see her coming and escape, I thought Cochins were friendly?), and Faverolles. One Faverolle (Jerusha) was destined to be sent away because as a chick she kept getting an eye infection. On the day the gentleman came, she hid herself away and booted another (prettier) Faverolle out of the coop. Faverolles look sweet, but ours growl and will cheerfully take our hand off if we have meat scraps on us.