Mr. Jingles is leaving far too many deposits around, so I went to get mouse traps. Traps set. I'm in the kitchen making cookies, dry stuff seperated, just about to add butter when Ken busts in through the back door: "Barred rock loose in... the field next door!". I run out there and we chase her around like a couple of idiots for about 10 minutes, finally catch her and come to the conclusion they need their wings trimmed. Ok, so 15 minutes later and few bruises, the wings are cut, the chickens are happy and I can go back to my cookies. I am mixing away, sampling chocolate chips when Sara comes in the kitchen: "LOOK!!!" Mr. Jingles is just standing there staring at me. So I grabbed a paper towel and picked him up. Great! Now what??? I run out with the mouse, about to put it in the trash. Nope, he'll just come back in. OH KEN!!!!! He gave it to the chickens. OMG!!!! One gets the mouse the others are a race behind the leader, leader lets go, race starts all over again. It's BR in the lead, going, going, oops, BO gets the mouse. Bo in the lead, running running!!!! Gone to Roadie the Roo. RIP Mr. Jingles.