In a follow-on to last year’s photo of [dead] chickens on the move, my brother Tim snapped this gem while we were wandering around the Centro during his visit the other week.
I shudder to think what this truckbed might smell like sans-ice on a warm summer day.
We observed that the ladies (may they rest in peace) were being watched over by a singular guard wandering through the gutter nearby…
Señor Gallo was majestically putting out the vibe, in a manner as if to say "I am far too regal to end up in a dirty truckbed with other common foul fowl". (updated to reflect proper spelling of fowl) 
on Jul 30th, 2009 at 10:02 pm
my hub said ‘reminds me why i love this country…’.
on Jul 31st, 2009 at 1:24 am
Señor Gallo would use fowl, not foul me thinks.
on Jul 31st, 2009 at 8:25 am
Shane- valid point (note to self: no blogging while drinking wine), though I would argue that “foul” may just as effectively describe the state of that truckbed.
on Jul 31st, 2009 at 1:19 pm
I think the mystery of our tummy troubles from our recent visit has been solved.
on Oct 6th, 2009 at 10:00 am
Absolutamente con Ud es conforme. En esto algo es la idea excelente, es conforme con Ud.