Once when I was a kid, we got som blackbirds drunk. They where flying around in our garden like crazy.
We had collected some blackcurrants we wanted to make jam from (my mom mostly) but we forgot about them so they started to ferment. Then we throw them out in a remote corner of the garden, but i guess the birds found them.
Theres a scene in Astrid Lindgrens Emil of Lönneberga whith drunken animals btw.
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