Petrie, the Rescued Chicken

By Petrie

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098007362

Book preview

Hi, I’m Petrie, the rescued chicken. I wanted to tell you how happy I am to be rescued and loved!

My story (saga) begins one evening when I was just a hatchling and escaped from my cage at a trailer park. I was picked up in the middle of the street by a large caring man who was mowing his lawn nearby. Bless him.

He went to every neighbor along a one-mile stretch of that busy road to find my rightful owners.

Along the way, the two of us went to a garden center. Not just a garden center but Petrie’s Garden Center, thus my name.

Petrie’s Garden Center was hosting a big garden party for the Men’s Garden Club of Philadelphia. These men do a yearly exhibit at the Philadelphia International Flower Show. They are people who love plants and animals.

I knew this was going to be an interesting experience.

My size was that of a tennis ball, cute, adorable, and I want to go home to a better location than the cage in the trailer park from where I escaped.

Those lovely people at the party looked at adorable me but could not decide because of my small ball size if I were a chicken, a hawk, or a pheasant.

After being introduced to all, one lady said, "If no one