A man found me as a tiny baby bird and after walking for over an hour to try to find my owner, stopped at Petrie’s Garden Center where a garden party was being held for the Men’s Garden Club of Philadelphia in preparation for the Philadelphia Flower Show. That’s how I got my name. I was taken home by a woman who would give me to her neighbor who had over one thousand chickens. He could not accept me because his chickens would harm me, plus he had never seen a bird like me. The lady took me home to her garage for the night. The following stories chronicle my first three years. These stories include "First to Conquer the Husband, " "The Cats Next Door, " "I Laid My First Egg, " "The Fox that Almost Got Me, " "The Hearing Aids, " "What Kind of Chicken Am I?" "The ‘Watch Dog’ Chicken, " "My First Snow, " "Easter (the neighbors made a bracelet for my leg), " "The Quail and the Pheasants."At this point, the book ends and is ready to go to the printer, but something attacked my left leg. The story continues as I go to the vet, recover, and have a surprise ending that is sad but beautiful!See you in the book, Petrie