The red currant thief.
When I go up the garden these days the blackbirds and sparrows and all their no-good pals fly guiltily up out of the fruit bushes with embarrassed squawks. Caught out again - red-beaked. Strawberry, redcurrant, blackcurrant and raspberry - I think of it as my equivalent to a net of peanuts. And sometimes they leave a few berries for me.