They look for rotten fruit, too.

And they don't handle it well. I wouldn't want to be the bouncer at the local rotten apple festival.

"Shoo, go away, stop, you're cut off, I'm calling the cops, I'm tired with messing with you, you heard me, I mean it, now I'm serious, you're getting into a lot of trouble, you wanna spend the night at the circus, you're gonna get it now, just hold still while I put this chain on you!!"

Right.

Ya gotta love 'em though. Whenever I've been around 'em in the wild there is always a non-threatening older female between the humans and every baby and its' mother. Just ambling along, minding it's business, just there, between you and the baby.

Don't know what would happen if you moved toward the kid, would like to have seen it, from a ways off though. Had to respect 'em for that.

Arf