Today I spent a few hours gathering the crapload of Nanking cherries that have ripened on my bushes. When we moved in, almost twenty years ago now, we used to call them bird berries because we didn’t know they were edible, but the birds seemed to love them. It occurred to me today that I haven’t seen a single bird eating them this year. Maybe the berries are plentiful everywhere, and they’ve just found other places to gather, but it was a sobering realization.