The other day, after the intermediate session of the council ended, the urge to get out, break, take a pausa. So I got out to do some shopping in the nearest centre, three or four stops down the road towards town. A long wait for the 808, longer than usual; perhaps I had just missed a bus, perhaps they had skipped a percorso as they are sometimes wont to do. Anyway, it came, and I reached the shop, did the purchases, came out hoping to get a bus in a few minutes. it turned out to be a long wait. I kept looking at Muoversi a Roma every minute or so. In the end, I decided to walk a bit. After all, I was not far from home. First try, the footpath ended abruptly, came back. Second try, after a longish wait, gingerly across the pathless road, up along a field. And then there, the bird that I thought must be a fagiano, a pheasant, the thing that Fili swears he has seen in the Pisana, and that I have been longing to see. There - in the field, running away, of course. Not as large as I had expected, but there. It turns out from the net that it was a pheasant / fagiano after all. Thrilling. Just next to the Caso del Bracho where we entertained Chrys before he left, and which we are not likely to visit again. A bus passing by, missing it, the sensation that you have when you miss this rare kind of bus. though behind it was marked "Deposito." So perhaps it was not a miss after all. Another interminable wait at the next stop, the one near the Casa del Bracho, and then, finally, 808. A bit humiliating and a bit excessive, this kind of break, but useful all the same. And the fagiano was worth it.