Have been eating our grapes.  Even with a bird net draped over them, the small birds have been pecking a neat puncture in each. I'll spare you the photo of the silvereye that I didn't notice had got caught up some time ago judging by the dried carcass. Silvereye's (Zosterops lateralis) are common garden birds along the east coast and we share them with New Zealand. They're welcome here because they're pretty and they eat codling moth on the apples and they love hairy aphids. I just don't want them to eat all my grapes! You can see the description here from the Slater's field guide.

I've been meaning to pick the grapes sequentially as they become ripe, but the occasional bunches I did harvest just sat there in the bowl on the table. No-one wanted to battle the pips in not so sweet blue grapes. The Thompson Seedless from the supermarket go in record time. So, when I decided it was time to pick them all, more than half were just shells, with dozens of bees crawling over them (and my hands) as I picked. The process: Birds peck and release the juice, bees lick it up. I get what's left.

There were some big bunches that were lower in the grass, left I presume, because they were more dangerous for small birds to eat, in a garden were there's always a neighbour's cat or two. There was still enough for some jelly, and I'm only a little sad at the tangled dried out body of the silvereye.