We didn't get a picture of them. Too bad. Last night we ate dinner out on the patio. Then I went over to pick a few grapes. Some had dropped on the ground, and there was a robin at the edge of the patio eating them. I stomped my foot at it, and it hardly moved. Sort of hopped into the garden a little. Then I picked up some of the grapes that had fallen to the ground and threw them out in the yard. A little later Rich came into the house and commented that the robins were all over the blueberries. (Blueberries have been pretty much done for a few weeks now, and he had taken down the bird netting.) Then he went out a little later and the robins were out in the middle of the yard. A whole bunch of them. Just sort of staggering around in a sort of stupefied daze. They were drunk from the blueberries. We were going to take a picture of them tonight, but there aren't any out there. The orange cat from next door was wandering around in their midst last night, and it didn't even phase them. I wonder what happened to them?
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Kick Bub in the nuts.
As the season advances and fruit falls to the ground, the sugars naturally ferment and produce a simple alcohol-for example, when apples fall to the ground and break down animals and birds that eat them get drunk. That's the way grandpa 'splained it to me as we watched his pig stagger under his Macintosh apple tree. 'Course, he was prolly three sheets to the wind at the time, having just drunk some of his homemade plum brandy. He used all his fruit and he had a huge garden and orchard--and another lot full of ornamental bushes--and grandma had a big flower garden.
TTS
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