04/28/2026
Well, I hate to admit it, but Iām beginning to prepare myself for the fact that I donāt think Fernie has too much more time, and I thought I should maybe prepare you too.
She is still enjoying time outside pecking around and finding ripe berries and worms. But now I have to carry her out to her favorite spot that she was running to just a couple weeks ago. It seems dramatically harder for her to get around by the day. She falls a lot- like she falls and sits more than she stands. When she falls, the ground is close and soft and so thankfully, she doesnāt hurt herself, and she is able to get back up, most of the time. But her body just seems to be pretty broken. Weāve done all the tests that we can think to do and the only thing that we find is bad arthritis in her hips. So all there is to do is try to treat that. Sheās been getting turmeric and omega-3ās with her meals as well as anti-inflammatories and pain meds twice a day. We added in a third pain med today. And so maybe this will make a difference. I really hope so.
There are days I think maybe we could just keep going like this for a long time, and then there are days when I worry there is not much more time at allš For now, weāre just doing everything that we can to keep her as comfortable as possible and make sure she gets to do all of her favorite things as much as sheās able to. She gets lots of snuggles and supervised time outside, extra blueberries, and we will just do everything we can to make sure that every single day is as good as it can be, for as long as the days in balance are still good.
Fernie is a 6 1/2 year old Cornish-Cross. These are the chickens bred by the meat industry to be killed as 6 to 8 week old babies. We have other Cornishes here who are older and doing much better, so itās not just that sheās old- but there is no denying that she has made it much longer than the unfathomable majority of her kind. Chickens like Fern are bred to be products. Itās a cruel fiction that our society just accepts as if it were true. But the truth is that Fernie is someone, not something, friend, not food.