Where's Davy Crockett When You Need Him?

The grapes on the east side of the sun porch are ripening early this year.


He's not snarling, he's just trying to choke down a huge mouthful of my grapes.


They weren't bothered a bit by the flash or my presence on the other side of the window.


I was tempted to grab a box of .22 shorts and be done with them, but they were just too small to make decent hats out of.