I don't eat eggs, either. I was given the two initial little chicks when my kitten died, as a sympathy gift. The person who gave me the chicks didn't realize I don't eat eggs.
However, I teach Sunday School and find fun uses for the eggs. The kids love to dye them at Easter, and I will cook up a batch for a church potluck or take them to other group potlucks, such as the Rose Society's.
I am going to have the kids make deviled eggs which look like Lady Bugs to pass out to church members on April Fool's Day, on my new Ladybug shaped deviled eggs tray.
I give most of my eggs away to friends.
I have started to experiment with coconut, rum, almond, and cherry flavored angel food cakes, making them with the egg whites.
So, for me, my chickens are more for fun than for practical reasons. And I did raise my Roo from a tiny newly hatched chick. When I rescued him shortly after he was hatched, from being almost pecked to death by his StepMama and brother, I kept him on my bare tummy for at least an hour, trying to keep him warm enough until someone got home and could help me set up a brooder box for him. I think that is why we have bonded like we have. I am his Mama. He had no real interaction with anyone other than me for several months. I would take him out in a cage to be near his StepMama and siblings, but they were still in attack mode, until he outgrew them all, and then they accepted him. But I think he may still realize, on some level, that I am his Best Friend.
He is a cutie! I know it sounds strange that I dress for him, but he has good taste in clothing, so why not? He is intelligent and values comfort over looks!