As you crack that egg into the pan to spit away with the bacon, spare a thought for the hen who produced it and the porker who grew fat to accompany the rind.
If the hen who laid the egg was confined in a cage you should have been made aware of it as you bought the last dozen at the supermarket. Unfortunately it's not so obvious about the porker, whether it'd spent its life running around indoors in ever diminishing circles.
We've all seen the documentaries from the pigsties and the appalling conditions some of them are raised in. Fortunately sow crates, thanks in large part to The Greens, have now been outlawed but they can still spend their lives cooped up in cramped conditions.
But eggs are still able to be produced by hens that spend their lives in cages, not much bigger than themselves, and are constantly being pecked away at by their neighbours as they lay our breakfasts.
Their plight has once again come to a head by news that one company's allegedly been passing off caged eggs as free range, labelling the boxes that way and obviously getting more for their product.