Hello, George, Ain't it the pits?! In our case, the birds peck at them occasionally, without really bothering the simmons any. The squirrels, however, wait until they are a brilliant orange, almost totally ripe, and then move in for the kill. Last year, when we had plenty, they didn't snarf a one; but this year...... We didn't pick them all, just the ripest ones, and will reevaluate the rest of the crop this weekend, in better light than we had after work, yesterday. This morning, I took the morning off, to cope with the flood of passion fruit. I sliced open (no easy feat!) over 200 of them, and scooped out the flesh-laden seeds. That's about all my back can take at this juncture; will give them a whirl in the blender, this evening, and then run the mess through a non-reactive stainless steel sieve, to boil up and can tomorrow night. The other couple of hundred that have fallen, will just have to wait until next week, after our concert performance of Benjamin Britten's "St. Nicholas Cantata," this Sunday, with organ, strings and orchestra. Enjoy your day! Ron