A bird of a different feather

A late afternoon shot of one of my neighbors.

When I am in the States I never eat chicken, not that I am much of a meat eater, but it just doesn't taste like much of anything there, kinda like cardboard.  I am, however, a great believer in the power of "a little chicken soup" as a cure-all.  I mean, grandmothers all over the world can't be wrong.  And there is nothing like a good stock made from real home-grown chickens.  It can be so rich and tasty.  I am lucky to have the Comedor Colon in Etla that makes some of the best chicken dishes around and always has a large pot of the richest stock.  Their soup ( w/lime, chile, onion, rice and breast meat) and some aspirin got me through my bout with la gripe.  Now I get it just to keep me healthy.... and happy.