You know you live in Mayberry when your son (in this
case Billy) goes under your home to do plumbing work
and comes out to say, "Well, I found two dead mice,
one dead rat, and a dead Barred Rock chicken."
We've not had chickens in several years, so this one
must have been dragged under by a fox...or a possum...
or a coon. I rather hope it was a fox, that is a little
more romantic, don't you think?