You cannot think about one of these girls without thinking about the other. Almost all of their lives were spent at each others side. Best friends till the end. Both survivors of a brutal sacrificial ritual called Kaporos, they were also survivors of their breed, Cornish Cross. Bred to be processed and eaten at only six to eight weeks old the Cornish Cross Chicken is not meant to live past their slaughter age. But live these two girls did. Forming a very special friendship that would last for the entirety of their years together. Most of the Cornish Cross Chickens that call Tamerlaine Farm their home live happy, healthy lives. Kept on a strict diet and fed lots of healthy vegetables, with supervision and care, they can have a relatively normal life. Some however develop problems, just like certain purebred dogs, they are victims of human manipulation and greed.
Because of their disabilities, Casey had splayed legs and had to walk with a special brace and Eva had a fused leg that required a special boot, they lived in our little chicken hospital. That did not keep them from spending every day outside, disabled but mobile. Even though each needed their special apparatus to help them walk, they were able to get around. How they chose to spend their days however, was together, right by each others side. Eva, one of the sweetest chickens I have ever had the honor to know, always had a positive attitude even though fate had thrown her so many curveballs. Casey, on the other hand, was more of the worrier and watchful one of the two. Wary at first of the humans that had caused her so much pain and suffering at the very beginning of her life, Eva managed to have a calming effect on her friend and helped her to trust humans again and let go of most of her anxieties.
Eva passed away a few weeks ago. She had been sick for sometime. She developed respiratory problems that forced us to separate the two girls and although they were still neighbors they were unable to spend every night cuddled next to each other. I can't imagine how alone each of the girls must have felt without their friend next to them and how worried poor Casey must have been for Eva. As Eva became more weak, it became apparent we had to decide how to humanely help Eva pass on, and so, we put the two friends together again for one last night. In the morning Eva was gone. On her own terms and finally able to say goodbye to her friend she loved so dearly, she passed away. Casey, who was visibly stressed by her friends passing for days but showed no signs of illness at all, passed a few weeks later. We can only guess that she died of a broken heart. Like so many couples who spend their lives together, she followed her friend, to the other side.