Lucky Day for Late-Rising Robins

[mlerules]

They say the early bird gets the worm, but today, up here in the heavily misting PacNW (at CopperMoon), the late risers're enjoying some tender tasty treats. I believe that a mess of worms is a sign of a healthy garden (or at least soil, 'cause nothing's growing there yet). Well then, the first bed at least is showing signs of mighty healthiness and robins keep clustering on the fence, waiting for me to leave so they can feast on pink and grey earthworm flesh w/out distraction. There'll still be plenty for the bed/soil/plants, but I'm kinda liking this whole circle of life thingiemabob.

So far today I weeded one bed, fed the weeds to the chickens (which I've named - even if nobody else pays attention - Fryer, Fricassee, Broiler, Stuffed, Kebab, and Spreckles), then turned the soil in the bed (thusly feeding the robins). Now that I've enjoyed a spot of tea and PB-cheesy toast, I'll move onto baking almond butter cake for potluck tonight then weeding and turning the second (of four) garden bed or vice versa.