Miss Posey Crumbpacker, on Eggs

I was talking to mom on the phone today while I was sitting outside watching the chickens have their time in the sun.  Really I was trying to get them to eat the grass in the raspberries, but they didn't really understand that yet.  We have a bunch of silly chickens.  We got them for eggs, but the recent incursion of 7 who supposedly all were laying and a little more than a year old, prime time, have not proven to be the layers we hoped for.
Anyway, I was talking to mom and mentioned that we had sold some eggs last week. She wondered how much we sold them for and I told her $3 a dozen.  Mom pronounced that "too much".  She said she stopped buying eggs from her neighbor Mildrid because she could get them at the store for 99 cents a dozen. 
I tried to explain to Mom my perspective on how value is more than the price one pays for an item at the store.
I asked her if she knew that in Iowa (where she lives) a few weeks ago they passed a law making it illegal to get a job on a farm with the intention of photographing the operation.  Factory farms are not the farms we all grew up with.  Some people (such as the Humane Society) have made it a mission to expose some of the practices of these operations.  Here is a video which is one of the ones which spurred this Iowa law.
   Now why would they need a law that discourages whistle-blowing of this nature?  As the Iowa family farmer with piglets running past him on another video I saw says, "I have nothing to hide here..."
I'll close now with the hope that Mom calls Mildrid for eggs.  Or at least finds a way to regard where food comes from, in the mix of how food purchasing choices are made.  Miss Posey Crumbpacker, layer of very large eggs, thanks you.