I wouldn't kill the duck; it's just plenty of fun sticking a
firecracker up his ass. Eagles are a different story. I have a bad
history with them. When I was a youngster I had a pet rabbit named
Liberace. I brought him in a cage with us one sunmmer to the
Catskills. I left him in the back yard to get some fresh air. Papa,
who never liked the rabbit much, let him out of the cage; supposedly
for exercise. After about two minutes, this damn creature who I
thought was Rodan at first, swooped down out of the sky and grabbed
Liberace with his talons. It was a Bald Eagle. When I witnessed this,
you never seen a fat broad get off her ass so fast. I grabbed that
eagle by his throat as he was trying to soar away. I don't know if
there was ever a bloodier battle between human and bird. After what
seemed like an eternity (but was probably less than 5 minutes) I
wrestled my rabbit free. Both myself and the bird payed a heavy price.
I was cut to shreds, and when the eagle left the fight, he was
actually bald. I've never looked at a bird of prey the same. Liberace
was surprisingly free of serious injury from the ordeal. Sadly for
him, Papa was no fan of his. That night we ate roast rabbit for
dinner.