As I was out preparing an asparagus bed I heard a roar of indignation.
"I am so mad," he said. "Something has been nibbling at my berries."
With a sinking heart I joined him crouching over his plants. Sure enough. Something had been nibbling at his ripest berry. So, we talked about the possibility of it being a mama robin who needed energy to feed her babies and then he popped the remainder of the berry into his mouth. Will he continue to wait 'til they are ripe? I am not so sure that he will.