In truth, when we first got our baby homing pigeon, Blanca, we had no idea what relationship we are about to build or the intensity of the connection we could feel with her, or with Lucky, and the others, later. We could not have fathomed in the furthest corner of our minds that we would be so enchanted and charmed by their personalities (all so very different), that we could learn so much from them and see ourselves (and all humans for that matter) in a very different light than before, that we could be so captivated by them that we would spend hours at the time playing, talking to them, even creating new words and expressions in an original language we invented just for their sake, as if our own language did not have the appropriate words to express what we felt for them...
We love you so much!
Lucky, my dear, we miss you every day...
Blackie, nobody whispers anymore so lovingly in my ear...
”Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away”
“Una paloma blanca” (“The white dove”) by George Baker
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