The crows which inhabit our neighbourhood have found our grapes.
Some of the juicy morsels are ripe and they are a huge attraction to the feathered culprits. Yesterday, as I sat in the living room engrossed in a book, I noticed a crow stood on the patio rail. He stared downward where the grapes are situated. "Villain," or something less civil I said as I headed out to shoo it away.
Before long it was back. This time when I opened the gate on the deck, there were six or seven crows stood around the grape vine,
like a gang ready to pounce or a group of people in talks about a problem as they observed the situation. They were reluctant to leave too. These berries present a challenge to the crows because they cannot hover like humming birds. Crows are very intelligent however, and I don't hold out much hope for our juicy morsels.
Even now, the vine shows their efforts at the harvest.
This crow managed to rest on the drain pipe as it munched on our grapes. Elsewhere, it tore back one branch with its efforts.
Meanwhile, my meagre efforts to save the grapes which I have nurtured all season, include the placement of two decorative scarecrows which I usually place at the front of the house before Thanksgiving. It won't be long before the crows figure them out!
The price tag is the give-away with this one!
My mother-in-law felt sorry for the crows in her neighbourhood here after one especially difficult winter and fed them. She lived in a garden apartment and shared a patio deck with her neighbours, but a wall divided the deck in two. Crows knew and watched for her. They didn't make any mess on her side of the deck but watched from the neighbour's side where they did their business. My MIL closed her soup kitchen.
Meanwhile, though we can be sentinels against the crows while we are home, I imagine them perched in their roosts in the neighbourhood trees as they wait for the car to drive away from the house. "I have this figured out, guys. Follow me. Grapes for breakfast," our villain says as the car drives out of sight.
Let's face it, the grapes are history.