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That is how I picked her up, on the tip of my stick. … Lifeless as a door nail. Or a final gasp technique to survive a watery grave, mendacity on its again with as a lot out of water as attainable.

And there she goes, towards the chances nonetheless in a position to transfer and signalling life is current nonetheless. Wonderful little bee …

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A nudge this manner and that and earlier than lengthy she is again up and about, roughly. Taking to my finger for its heat and ease of kind.

Exploring and inspecting her new location now as she holds on tight. Maybe some residual consciousness in her physique of a latest close to dying expertise. But it surely gained’t color her for lengthy.

Nonetheless a methods to go earlier than she will be able to take to the wing once more. These wings caught collectively by the floor stress of water, I feel. Will drain away as she wriggles and wicks.

The place there’s life … There’s potential for change, development, progress, or simply plain restoration from the previous, precise and in any other case. Unburdened by the burden of expertise remembered.

“Do I seem like a spider to you.” Trying very secure, legs all splayed out and round. Not falling into something moist once more. No must do once more what almost killed her, bees are so sensible.

“Ooh, that is good.” A spot among the many flowers. Time and luxury to groom, first the limbs.

Perhaps a little bit meals to hurry up restoration. I’m positive she senses it. Nectar and pollen slightly below in these vibrant pots.

“Sure, sure, give me extra …” The place to from right here, who is aware of. Energised by her important intuition to revive and away, the place else.

Her altering demeanor noticed to suggest an interior trigger. She is getting again to herself, being a no drawback bee, able to set off as soon as extra.

And so it was. Earlier than lengthy, earlier than sunset, she was gone from the butterfly bush. By no means to be seen once more, besides possibly as one other bee …

I can’t assist it, when I’m strolling across the pool and see one thing struggling to dwell I give it a hand.

Then it offers me a hand, offering me some sense of delight photographing it because it revives or dies.

Such is life, that sees the struggling of the types of life with out sentimentalising it.

No want for a bee to be something however …

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