Chaos seems to be the name of the game lately for our beloved El FC. In a game that the verdeblack only needed a draw, our boys marched into Frisco and came out with a butt-thumpin’ loss. To add insult to injury, our (for reasons known but to Wolff) captain decided to lose his mind and hurt the team.
We then had another fright at the compound:
All’s well that ends well. Turd Verdeson took the would-be thief behind the woodshed and gave him the what-for.
After Turd saved the day, I found The Colonel huddling in fear behind the watering tank we at the compound use as a pool. Honestly, you don’t need a big, fancy cement hole in the ground. A little, aluminium tub can suffice.
I don’t have the connection yet with The Colonel that I had with my former birds, but I still want all animals to feel safe.
I pick her up and do my best to soothe her.
When she calms down, I take a little feed out of my pocket and scatter it on the ground for her.
Our eyes lock. Our chakras align.
She eats once to the right and twice to the right.
Yes, my dear. I understand.
Chaos FC 1-2 Queens
Louis de Ludovico
Viewing McKalla as his personal empire, Louis lives for the beautiful game. And food. Especially flamingo tongues. A chicken savant.