

I've had grapes every year for four years now and every year on the morning after the day I decide, tomorrow is picking day, I discover the grapes have all disappeared when I go out to pick them.
ALL of them. I believe the crows and blue jays know when the grapes reach perfection and rise before I do, and then they quietly feast, the only time crows and more particularly noisy blue jays are quiet in the morning.
But that's not the end of the story. Once again our dog, Honey, has shown herself a talented forager. Peas off the vines in early summer, strawberries shared with crows and blue jays, raspberries (she had a huge allergic reaction to the thorns on the canes, eyes swollen shut, lips drooping), blueberries, blackberries, rose hips, wild apples. This week she ate all of my perfectly ripe, saved for this Friday night's clothing exchange party, yes
ALL of my bright and bursting baby tomatoes. So I suspect she might have also had a hand in past grape disappearances, despite the fact that grapes are said to be lethal to dogs. Clearly not our dog. This year I'm keeping my eye on the grapes and I've been rising early to work so I hope to pick the grapes before the various thieves get them, but I'm not entirely confident. Today the grapes are still pretty hard, but I promise to report back on the day before picking day....