A man is in court for shooting a golden eagle.
The magistrate said, 'How do you explain yourself?'
The man said. 'It was an accident, your honour. I was shooting pheasant and the golden eagle just flew into my line of fire.'
'Oh I see – what did you do with it then?' asked the magistrate.
'I ate it,' said the man.
'What did it taste like?' asked the magistrate.
'A bit like swan.'