“They have a high alcohol tolerance, but do get drunk sometimes.”
When we would cut silage for the bunker storage we would drag a blade across to keep the level uniform and pack the silage. Between the weight of the tractor and the weight of the corn we would have a trickle of corn juice. After about a week of sitting in the bunker cooking that corn juice was potent.
In the mornings there would be birds, deer, squirrels and rabbits all too snookered on those corn squezings to walk. It was funny as all get out watching those critters.
LOL!