As you continue to eat the berries, they begin to taste worse and worse. After a while, you can't eat them, because they taste too horrible. You try to sit down on the ground, but feel a sharp pain when you try to do so. You look to see what is wrong, and you see bulge in the back of your pants. You try to unbutton them to see what it is, but your fingers are becoming stiff, splitting apart, and becoming feathers. Your face seems to bulge out, and your mouth and nose combine to form a hard, yellow beak with a black tip. You look at the bush, and it continues to become larger. You feel your pants slip from around your waist, and watch as your shirt envelopes you, because you are to small to support it any longer. You feel a sharp pain in your feet, and watch as they shoes they are in fall off, and your feet split into four talons. You watch brown feathers grow on your back, and white feathers with a few black specks grow on your chest. You suddenly need to bend over a bit, and your ligs tickle as feathers grow above your knees and scales grow below them. Then, your knees disappear, and you feel your hair being replaced by feathers. Your eyes seem to grow, until they have a excellent range and can see the tiniest details. You feel a dozen feathers pop out, just above your rear. You look back and see that all 12 feathers are the color of rust. You struggle your way out of your clothing, while feeling your arms become wings. A few minutes later, you stand on top of a pile of fabric that used to be your clothes. You realize you are now a red-tailed-hawk, in the forest. You feel somewhat hungry, and you feel a intense desire to find a territory to hunt in and defend.