Everybody loves FRESH eggs.
Finding someone to buy your eggs may be easier than you think. Depending on how many chickens you have will determine how many extra eggs you'll be able to sell. The good thing is they will stay fresh if refrigerated for many days even weeks. Just look at the eggs for sale at your neighborhood grocer. If they were laid that day or even the day before, you'd have to live on top or near an "egg factory". I always judge the freshness of the eggs by how easily they peel after hardboiling. The harder they are to peel, the fresher.
Ask your friends if they would be interested in buying your excess eggs. I guarantee the first time they taste your eggs you will have a built in market.
Using fresh eggs for your favorite recipes will make you an instant success at any potluck party you're invited to. I make custards and all kinds of custard pies depending on my mood and what I have available.
My chickens and I are fast becoming friends if that's the correct description of an animal that lets you dig under them while feeling for eggs, petting them and letting them know you're just checking. I would have never believed that you could actually feel as close to them as you would any pet. I really enjoy watching them scratch, squabble (the ol' peckin' order is alive and well), hunt for grubs and anything else that catches their fancy. Not having a bug problem is a real bonus. Raising a garden is another issue. Keeping them out of your prized flowers or vegetables means standing over them and letting them know when they've trespassed. It can be daunting if you don't have the time to oversee them when you let them run as I do. I enjoy their company too much to complain.
Each hen has her own personality. I've got "Amelia Earhart". She's takes off without filing flight plans, Hortense, the beauty queen, Junior, Red's first offspring that I successfully hatched the first time Hortense "sat", and Billie, Red's other offspring. I didn't know if she was going to be hen or a rooster so we let time decide. If she/he was a "rooster" his name would be "Billy". As you can see it was a "she".
As the flock grew from natural attrition (you'd be surprised how many people have chickens and don't know what to do with them), I quit naming them and just call them "Ms. Gray" or "Specks 1 and 2". or "You Ornery Critter, get out of there!" Threatening them with the stew pot doesn't faze them so I wouldn't suggest that unless you really want a "fresh" chicken dinner. I'm not sure anymore,that if something happened to one of them I wouldn't have a funeral for it.
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