Medieval Manners

Although I've often thought that falconry might be fun, for the most part I thank God that I was not born in the Middle Ages. Back then, even Kings had to crap out of icy windows in the winter, their regal buttocks quivering with cold as they squeezed and strained high o'er the frozen stream below. And afterwards all he had to look forward to was watching a deformed jester make fart jokes. Then there were all the plagues, self-flagellation and auditioning for Ingmar Bergman, recently RIP, although I thought he'd already been dead for years. How times flies.
Obviously, if you did have the misfortune to be alive in the Middle Ages, then the best thing to do was become a monk and stick to Cadfael like a wart on an old crone's forehead. I suppose you could always join Robin Hood's band of Merrie Men, too, as a last resort, but it looks like Friar Tuck has already got the plum job. Still, apparently there is always room for another Alan A' Dale:

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This blog has a number of interesting posts about falconry (though older posts don't seem to be labeled) as well as using eagles to hunt wolves.