Bonnie and Clyde were the only pair of pigeons I had at the time as a newbie and student in school (I still am a student), but I loved them like my best friends. I raised them from near birth and they were beautiful birds, one pure white and the other a spangled gray and white. I went through thick and thin with them together-- heartstopping hawk attacks they survived and came crawling back injured in the night, sickness, yet also
love and friendship. I would bring them wherever I went and they would fly home. Every morning I would let them out of their loft and they would sit on my shoulder, flying off just as I would get in the car to go to school. The whole 15 miles to school they would be flying alongside the window, close enough to reach, even on the highway. I loved them like no other pet. One day Clyde never came home, and I knew it wasn't normal; they were inseperable. Bonnie slowly became depressive, even though I searched day and night and far and wide for Clyde. One day, she disappeared, and I was heartbroken at my loss. I will never forget you two rascals

R.I.P Bonnie and Clyde, my lovebirds