The second batch of beer is in the bottles. I got 50 bottles out of this batch, and this time I posed them for a formal portrait before allowing them to skitter away to their crates.
You can count ’em if you want to.
The empty bottles in the back were scrubbed and sanitized along with the rest, but then I ran out of beer before they got filled.
Poor, empty bottles. Always a beer’s-maid; never a beer.
They’ll get over it.