My parents used to have a
cherry tree which had been allowed to grow far too
large by the previous owners of the
property. The
cherrys near the top of the
tree that we couldn't get at, didn't always
fall off. A good number of them just stayed up there, and
fermented. We couldn't get them, but the local
crows could.
Drunk crows are very, very
funny.
Here kitty kitty. You want a piece of this?