We've started selling eggs, unofficially. Two of my husband's co-workers asked for them, and since we can't eat through four-dozen a week, we have no trouble selling off the surplus. It's a nice little bonus to chicken ownership I hadn't really considered.
Watching gas prices rise has really limited my little side trips. I'm spending a good deal of time at the homestead. My shelves are just a little neater, my chickens happier, and Luba feels a tiny bit more loved than before. All the same, I resent that it's gas-pricing driving the change. I'd rather see them dip again back down to the prices I can remember, when $1.45 was a bit pricey, and I could make it from Pennsylvannia to Michigan with just a twenty and change.