Defrosting a Chicken

This morning The Owner's household is not a happy one! It first started yesterday afternoon when we came back from the office. Sorry, studio. He shuffles off to the big freezer in the shed (and from the noises that one makes believe me I am glad that he doesn't try and bring it in and find space in my boot room for it) and liberated two frozen chickens.

Must mean we have guests coming today I thought. To make use of the remaining heat from the afternoon and evening sun he put the two frozen birds on plates and left them on the patio table just outside the boot room door. So far this is looking ok, but then a quick phone call diverted his attentions and he grabbed his fleece and ran out of the door leaving me behind! I guess an evening of solitary uninterrupted snoozing was going to have been my lot, but I could live with it. After a short while he returned and judging from the scents about his person I deduce he has been over to see Phlee Dog Owner. I started my very best 'pleased to see you back' bounce and was building to a momentous crescendo, one of which I was quite justifiably proud, when he grabbed something off the table and ran out again and got back into Phlea Dog Owner's car. Without me, seeing as you ask! Well, long after dark he crashed through the front door giggling, so it has involved some quantity of red wine again then, and seemed genuinely disappointed that I didn't bounce about the place like a demented badger pleased to see him. There then followed much frying of bacon and stuff like that which splattered all up the walls and over the stove and floor and I think he is going to be in severe trouble when Cleaner Lady comes in tomorrow. This morning he remembered the chickens and rushed outside to discover two empty plates and a number of bits of plastic wrapping and a few bones, which seemed to cause a little anguish and turmoil in his mind. I guess it'll be KFC for ten again tonight then! Do you know he has got it down to twenty minutes for that little run now? So it was at this point that my breakfast decided to make a return visit together with what he seemed suspicious of being some bits of chicken. I can't imagine for the life of me how that got in there. Honest! The Owner grumbled considerably and disappeared under the stairs, returning with dustpans and towels and other such clearing up stuff. I thought, no need to waste good food or dirty the dustpan, just leave that to me! Have it cleared up in a jiffy! The Owner was having none of it though and set about clearing it up, I suspect he just wants it for himself! I think I'll take myself off up to the woods and find a nice sunny spot out of the wind and wait until he has finished with all that foaming carpet shampoo stuff and has had a chance to forget about his suspicion of my involvement in the demise of his two chickens.