It's easy to understand why some people drink. At least, each person can justify (or thinks they can, anyway) the reason for their alcoholism. Somebody drinks "to relax," another "for the taste," yet another "for a social lubricant." But can you explain why animals are driven to drink? For instance, take my parakeet (well, he is a bird, not an animal, but that doesn't bar him from being an alcoholic.)
So, the story.
About a year ago we've begun to notice some strange behaviour with our parakeet - he would chew up whatever fruit - apples, pears - very carefully, and then spit the flesh out into his water dish. He then would wait two-three days, until the dish fermented, and drink it all up, this "moonshine" of his. Then he'd get up onto his perch, and begin to "sing" so loudly, that people from neighboring HOUSES would come over to complain. His "singing" is evidently copied from some mating baboons, and cannot be easily described. His "normal" speech (which includes "hello," "idiot," "asshole," "bitch") is reserved for the sober times.
And don't even think about passing by his cage when he is drunk! He attacks everyone who passes by, and if you attempt to remove his "moonshine", you are risking losing a limb. His beak is on par with a vulture - he can snap a pencil in half easily. And a few days ago we've noticed he begun adding tree bark to his mixture - I guess he'll be making bathtub gin soon!
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Короче, история.
Где-то с год назад мы стали замечать, что попугай ведёт себя странно - яблоки, груши и т. д. тщательно пережевывает и мякиш сбрасывает в поилку с водой. После сидит и ждёт несколько дней - пока не забурлит. И только когда бражка готова - начинает активно пить. Потом набырится, залезет на жёрдочку, и давай сцука голосить, да так, что люди из соседних ДОМОВ!!! жалуются. Причём крики скопированы наверное с каких-то бабуинов перед боем. Словами ("привет, придурок, сволочь, сука") он говорит тока когда трезвый. А во время запоя к нему лучше не подходить - злобно кидается на всех, кто мимо проходит, хорошо, клетка спасает. А уж в клетку руку засунуть, чтоб брагу забрать - вообще нереально. Дзюба у него такая, что орлы или ястребы отдыхают - карандаш перекусывает в одно движение. з. ы. А недавно заметили, что в брагу он кору и щепки стал добавлять - коньяк, гад, готовит.
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