Off to Cedar Hill to look for hawks. Instead I found Juniper Berry Heaven with at least a hundred yellow rump warblers gorging. Fun feeding frenzy.
I don't know what makes a berry the perfect berry. The birds appeared to lick some of the berries then discard them.
Other berries were swallowed whole.
The berries on the ground must have been just right, because they were being eaten. I wondered if the grounders were fermented, but didn't see any obviously drunk yellow rumps.