About a week ago I bared witness to a beautiful sight.
There was this little pigeon in the BART station who would climb up and slide down the railing by the escalator that lead up to the trains outside. I watched them after a while and named them Featherbeak because of the floof being held in their beak. They welcomed everyone who came down. Some people would hold their children closer like “Winged beast you won’t get my child.”, some people would smile at them like “Nice”. AND THEN ONE DUDE STRAIGHT UP PET LITTLE FEATHERBEAK.
Cool little happenings.