The Chicken Surrenders

I was not much of a cook when Michael and I met. I've learned a lot in the nine years we've been married, but I'm still learning. A while ago, he told me how to cook a chicken. I'm notorious for positioning meat wrong, so he instructed me (over the phone) to put the chicken's wings as though it were standing at "Parade Rest." He meant like this:
See? Parade Rest.

I didn't know, though, and since I was more concerned about the hand positioning behind the back, my chicken looked a little different. It was very difficult to get it into Parade Rest (I wound up breaking the chicken's wings) but it looked something like this...

only with the "hands" closer together.

I think a better description of how the chicken looks when it is ready to go in the oven would be "surrendering," because its "hands" are supposed to go behind where its head was...sort of.