Many years ago, I and some colleagues went to a site near Bristol to ring Fieldfares that were feeding on the berries of Sea Buckthorn. You could smell the fermenting berries from some way off. Watching the birds, we realised that they were, quite literally, getting drunk: they often missed or overshot their perches, and tended to wobble or topple over when they did land on a perch.I had forgotten about that unusual scene until the indefatigable Angit sent me THIS. As a teetotaller, I ought to disapprove, but, hell, as long as everyone is having fun.....
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