Don't count your chickens...er...grapes

Patiently, I waited for my beautiful grapes to ripen.  I didn't dare count the lovely bunches weighing down the vines until just a bit before they were ripe, not wanting to tempt a hail storm.  I gently covered a few bunches to protect them, just in case.  I had a plan, lots and lots of lovely grape juice. Alas, this is all I got.  The bowl measures about 4 1/2 inches across.  I waited one day too long.  At least I can say that the raccoons in my woods have good taste.