The country wins again. Wandering back from the compost pile I started to snack on what I thought were overripe raspberries in the side garden. It turned out the majority of them were outright delicious. We picked the overgrown bush for a good half hour and still kept finding berries. About a yard away we discovered a grape vine with delicious dark grapes like the kind we used to eat in the orchard at my grade school during the fancy school ceremonies and class pictures. We separated the good raspberries from the bad, ate some, froze some, and put the discarded mush into another bird feeder dish we found in the garage. By the looks of it, the birds enjoyed our find as much as we did.