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Birds crashing into my front picture window after eating fermented crab apples were an annual spring tradition in my last home. They were usually so loopy, the impact would knock ‘em out for a few minutes & they’d soon stagger to their feet, gain back some of their senses & fly back into one of the crab apple trees to sleep it off.

[goat granny]

My father (born in 1901) use to talk about when he was a boy there were bounties on certain birds like crows. You could get 1 penny for each one your brought in but it cost a penny for a shot gun shell, so the farm boys would soak grain in whiskey overnight and set it out for the birds. When enough got drunk, one shot gun shell could net you quite a few birds....