I have recently discovered something about one of the train stations on my commute. It is the one right after the station of my town. There is a pheasant
on the station, twaddling along the platform. I am unable to identify which kind, all I know is that it is a pheasant. It is not as impressive as the fearless cats on the railway
at my stop, but pheasant are more elusive than cats, in such environment anyway. I don't know if it is always the same one. There is a lot of trees and shrubs by the rails, so plenty of birds could be hiding there. The pheasant shows up in the morning sometimes, or in the evening, always safely away from the commuters (just like the cats), right at the end of one of the platforms. The pheasant' station is bigger than the cats' station. It makes for something else to look forward during my commute, another little something that makes life.
I wonder if the cats ever hop the train down to the pheasant station. You know, to catch a bite?
Oh, they'd be ravenous if they could catch a pheasant. But they probably have plenty of birds and rodents at their own station.
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