Ratted.

I was walking Rory, the black dog on the blog, in the vicinity of the chicken farm at Babylon yesterday morning, when he leapt into the hedge and reemerged with a large rat that was soon a deceased rat.

That should be a warning to the rat population. Being lean and mean is probably a better option for escaping the attentions of a ratting dog like a Patterdale, then overfeeding on chicken fod.