Most of the grapes are ready. The problem is protecting the ones that are ready from the chickens, while still allowing the ones that aren't to ripen.
I'll be making jelly again, I suppose. I don't really even eat grape jelly. I don't eat much bread, and even rarer have jelly or jam on it, so why do I make it every year? Sure, I give it away as gifts. But there are only so many people that I can give it to.
I still have several pints from last year, even after giving a whole case to my sister. Last year the crop was so heavy it tore the arbor down. This year there are fewer, thanks to the llamas who pruned the vines, and ate some grape flowers too.
So in the next few days I'll be making jelly. The orioles will be happy.
In sad news, poor little Charmin didn't make it. I don't know why. I found him this morning. Georgina is sad and trying to steal the other two from Esther. I guess the two of them will raise the two chicks now.