Freedom eggs

I bought "six large free range eggs" yesterday and felt so proud of myself when I read on the box that "our hens have the freedom to enjoy fresh air and to roam outdoors by day." How fucking generous, I thought to myself; though it didn't say what the do with the chicken "at night!"
I have a nutty, nerdy Irish friend who always have some bizarre ideas to discuss. One of is favorite speeches is about chickens. He would say, "people consider fucking a chicken an absolute perversity, right? But the same people would feel no remorse in eating a chicken and no one has ever asked chickens which they would prefer: to be eatten or to be fucked?" He's got a point there, ain't he?