Our grapes are ripe now …. large bunches of black grapes, Chambourcin, hanging over the patio on the northern side of the house. At night all sorts of furry creatures come and nibble, so there are grape skins and seeds and sticky juicy bits all over the tiles in the morning. From dawn the bower birds take over, landing on the metal roof with a clunk, then stealthily eating grapes until hunted off by a bird with more status. They gather in nearby trees to check that the coast is clear. We net some grapes for ourselves with sufficient success, and don’t mind sharing the others. I had the camera in my hand when this adolescent bower bird appeared yesterday. The look is typical, peering about to check for safety, whilst ready for flight!