A couple of days ago I had the unmitigated gall to offer apples instead.
The backstory: Once a year we go to Camp Michigania about a four-hour drive toward the NW part of the state (remember, we're in the SE). It's for University of Michigan alumni and we've been going for many many many years. While there in October, we picked some wild apples to bring home to the donks. It's our own little tradition.
This year's bounty.
As I was saying, a couple of days ago I cut up some to treat the donkeys, cows next door and chickens.
Everyone was esctatic. The donkeys couldn't get enough. The cows were practically jumping up and down.
When I ran out of my bagful for the cows and walked away, mama cow yelled and yelled at me. "Come back here this minute; we need more!"
Everyone was happy, except four hens.
Ruby Dee took one small peck, stopped and clearly said, for all the world to hear, "What the heck is this? This is NOT banana!"
Usually I learn my lessons very well after erring, but this time... hmmm... I may try making the same mistake again and see what happens.