I should probably alert the neighbours.
I roasted a chicken today. After it rested, I sawed off a couple of pieces and ate them in the other room, letting the rest to cool so I could strip it and turn it into chicken salad for later this week. After a while I heard a loud noise, and when I went into the kitchen the chicken was gone. There was a smear on the floor and a lone chicken bone lying next to it.
Hmm. Either one of the local cats or foxes is eating really well right now, or there is a zombie chicken on the loose.