I just found this poem Angela wrote for Fidget when he died some years ago. He was her her dearly loved kestril and she loved him so much. He had been treated cruelly before she got him. He was taken from his nest by youths and his feathers ripped out so he could never fly again. She walked him in the woods nearly every day, and he was her faithful companion for about 12 years. She was so devastated when he passed away, she had someone paint his portrait.