Today I bought 2 dozen @2.72 a dozen.
I have a relative who produces organic eggs for farmers' markets. Customers would pay high prices for "better" eggs. If only they knew...
By selling a little food, he could dodge standard property tax rates by calling his estate a farm. I'd run it while he and the missus were off at some snob locale like Italy or California. Hens prefer dark laying boxes, where they don't peck or poop. He gave nests plenty of sunlight, losing half his eggs with the survivors covered in yolk and poop. I proved he could get twice as many eggs, all clean, with dark nests. He'd have none of it.
Filthy eggs required washing, which was a shame because it dissolved protection. He'd hold them under hot running water and let them air dry. I told him the USDA said they should be toweled dry immediately. The hot water would heat the air sac, driving some air out. As the egg cooled, there would be a vacuum. If the shell were left wet, water and any remaining bacteria would be drawn in. He refused to dry them. To him, all that mattered was a clean appearance. He had no conscience. Report him? To whom? Because he was under a certain volume, he wasn't subject to regulation.
OTOH, my uncle kept thousands of hens for 50 years or so. Twice a day, his hands collected bushel baskets of eggs. Sometimes I had the privilege of doing that or of grading them in the cellar of his 18th Century house. A truck from the co-op came pretty often to pick up lots of cases of eggs. He was among the most productive Americans, but the economics of farming kept him in poverty. Still, if he'd won a mega lottery, he would have kept farming until the money was gone.
He may have been in his 60s when he began leaving a box of cash on the back porch beside a refrigerator with a paper taped to the front naming his prices for the various boxed eggs inside. The co-op might be able to offer him a break-even price, but he could get a big markup on his porch. Word spread and volume grew. Let the good times roll. His spot audits of eggs and cash always seemed to check out. They were the same as the eggs he sent to supermarkets, but their market value was much higher because customers knew the character of the man selling them.