Worm Grunting, Erosion, and Labor

...or the cycling of earthly bodies

Every morning the sun gives rise to a mob of easily over a hundred robins, riotously coasting from tree branch to soft, open earth. For the moment, they do not fight, as is their wont once it becomes time to break up their winter flock and territorialize, prior to nesting. It’s difficult for me to precisely figure what all their current diet is composed…