A park ranger was walking through Yellowstone National Park, on patrol to make sure the park was being used properly and respectfully, when he came upon an encampment. It was a mess, with clothes, trash, and tarps strewn everywhere, and it was clear someone had been living there a long time. Then he noticed a disheveled looking man with a long beard cooking what looked to be a seagull over a small fire. The man was obviously homeless except for this camp, and probably desperate and hungry if he was eating such a common skinny bird that was mostly feathers.

“Sir”, said the ranger loudly. “You can’t camp here. Camping is only allowed in designated areas, and you can’t kill and eat the wildlife here in this park either. I’m going to have to arrest you and escort you out of the park”.

“Come on, mister,” pleaded the homeless man. “Give me a break. I’ve got nowhere else to go, and I’m hungry. And, it’s just a stupid seagull.”

The ranger thought a moment before replying. “OK, but I’ll be back this way in a week, and you’ve got to be gone by then, alright? If not, I’ll have you forcibly removed.”

“You bet mister. Thanks a lot. You won’t regret it.”

The ranger turned and walked about twenty feet, feeling pretty good about himself for being nice and giving the old guy a break. So, just to be friendly, and before he disappeared into the forest, his curiosity got the best of him. He turned back and asked the old fellow, "What’s a seagull taste like anyway?”

The old man pondered it a moment, stroking his beard, before answering. “I’d say it tastes most like a cross between a bald eagle and a spotted owl.”