There is a pair of falcons that reside in Livingston in the winter. In my fantasies of falcon-husbandry, I have the large leather mit on my arm and I signal for the bird to return. It sweeps through the air with deadly precision. Of course, I am also in a linen gown with a bodice and flowing curly long hair. So I remain falcon free. Really I don't know if owning a bird like that would be freeing or sadening as perhaps the falcon should be free. This bird looks as happy as a bird of prey ever does. I had a co-worker like that.