Well, if you have any reason to be Ann Arborish before then let me know. I could meet up with you somewhere, or you could stop by Quagmire Acres and get a chicken/goose/turkey fix along with the eggs.
For sure this fall, when you start up again at Matthaei, it would be easy enough to get you eggs. What has this world come to, I ask you, when even a famous Criminal Chicken Keeper is forced to buy his eggs at the supermarket? A sad day indeed.
