A chap was up in court accused of shooting an eagle. He managed to convince the magistrate that he had killed it by accident, as it was in the act of grabbing a pigeon which he was legally aiming at. After acquitting him, the magistrate asked what he had done with the dead bird. -I ate it, said the man. -What did it taste like, asked the magistrate. -A bit like swan, said the man......
I'm an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes my raincoat - Harold Wilson
My grandfather did bag an eagle in the 1930s and found himself in hot water. The Dover Express rehashed the story like some 1930s soap opera a few years ago in their "75 years ago" feature, spread over several weeks. The bird's last known residence was Maidstone Museum.