Homes4Hens do a wonderful job. On their leaflet there is a little poem:
I wonder if at breakfast, with my egg upon your plate,
You ever think about me and my cruel and tragic fate,
And when your breakfast's over and you toss away the shell,
Do you realise that the cost to me was one full day in hell?
Let's hope they get a little bit of happy retirement, free from the cages. I'm not a proponent of campaigning on my blog but please give some thought to where your eggs come from and try not to support the caged battery hen industry.
Meanwhile I should do something about my abysmal maths.