A reader sends in this story from Curt Dye, described as living “west of the river:”
Curt was sitting on his porch enjoying a spring morning and watching hummingbirds visit his two feeding stations.
He noticed that at one “pot” the little birds were acting unusual — bumping into each other, flying into window panes. As he watched, two fell to the ground.
He picked them up, rubbed their little heads, and they recovered and flew off.
It was then that he realized the fruit juice he had put in that container had apparently fermented — and the little birds were becoming intoxicated!
Curt notes that there was a line at that particular feeder...
The butler did it
In the Saturday letters column, Pam Strickland, of Maurepas, told of going into the wrong house in Denham Springs on Mother’s Day, thinking it was the party at her nephew Troy’s new home.
Here’s the rest of the story, about what happened when they finally got in the right house:
“After dinner, the ladies were asked to take a seat on the sofa in the family room. We all wondered why, but did as we were told.
“In walks this gentleman dressed in a butler’s uniform, with a tray filled with red roses and boxes of candy.
“He tells us we have been ‘Butlergrammed.’
“We’ve what? None of us had heard of this before.
“My husband says, ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet.’
“I get giddy, beginning to think this guy is a Chippendale dancer.
“Not sure the batteries in my 88-year-old mother’s pacemaker are up to that.
“Thank goodness, instead of taking anything off, he begins to sing ‘You Are So Beautiful To Me’ to all of us. How sweet is that?
“Thanks to Troy, we all had a Mother’s Day none of us will soon forget.”
Suzette D’Amico tells of taking granddaughter Stella to see “Frozen On Ice” in Baton Rouge:
“As the Disney princesses were entering the rink, Stella, with all the enthusiasm and innocence of a little girl, exclaimed, ‘I’ve never seen a mermaid skate before!’
“She wanted to know how Ariel could skate with her mermaid tail!
“I wish I had the power to keep her believing in magic.”
Gordon Hutchinson says Picayune cigarettes, known for their strong taste, are part of Louisiana history:
“When Acadian settlers came to what is now St. James Parish, they found native tribes growing and processing a strong-tasting tobacco, and started growing it themselves.
“Today this perique tobacco is grown only in St. James Parish, and one source said there are only about 16 acres under cultivation.
“Pipe tobacco companies use the strong-tasting leaves in very small amounts to flavor different blends.
“Picayune cigarettes originally were made from perique tobacco. The brand was bought out by a national manufacturer, which continued to produce them with powerful-tasting blends of tobacco, but the use of perique ended years ago.”
Drink your perique
John “BooDreaux” Baumann, of Orlando, Florida, says Jade Liqueurs, founded in 2000 by Ted Breaux of New Orleans, produces Perique Tobacco Liqueur, flavored by the Louisiana tobacco, in limited quantities.
“While visiting Independence Hall in Philadelphia, I bought a collectible lapel pin,” says Gail Stephenson, of Baton Rouge.
“You’d think that at this most American of sites you’d find American-made souvenirs.
“But I was disappointed to read in the fine print, ‘Designed and Finished in the USA.’
“I wonder where it was actually made.”
Special People Dept.
Juanita S. Williams celebrates her 91st birthday on Monday, May 18.
Inquiring Minds Dept.
Alex “Sonny” Chapman, of Ville Platte, wonders why auto inspection stickers are “brake tags” in New Orleans:
“I have my whole car inspected, not just the brakes.”
“Proud Cajun” gives us this story:
A Yankee walks into Susie’s Seafood in Morgan City and asks Boudreaux, “What’s the quickest way to get to Pierre Part?”
Boudreaux asks “You walking or driving?”
The Yankee replies, “I’m driving.”
Boudreaux says, “Dat’s da quickest way.”
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.