Lost Mule Lodge
…a journey that began with a cabin in the woods
Within a week of moving to our little cabin – we purchased six – one year old Buff Orpingtons and a coop.
We locked the hens in the coop and loaded it all on a trailer behind the Silverado – we were about 2 miles into a 10 mile drive back to the cabin and it started storming. The hail was slamming us. We pulled under a gas station awning for shelter. A couple of other vehicles had sought cover under the same awning. We got some strange looks as we pulled through far enough that the trailer pulling the coop & hens was protected but our truck was taking a beating. For the next 2.5 years we were eating eggs everyday in everything! Sometime late last summer my great layers stopped producing eggs. It was the dreaded menopause. I guess hens peak early.
