Last night at 8 PM, we found this little honey bee, on the terrace, not moving very much, obviously out of juice. She was dying.
I rushed inside to make a bit of sugar water and grabbed the macro lens.
Our first Honey Bee Rescue! 138/365
Mr. Wild Dingo spoon fed her the syrup while I shot her portrait. You can see her tongue in the above photo.
Moments later, she walked off to a dry spot to shake off the sugar water on her feet.
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a honey bee shake her bottom!
She took a couple of steps toward me and then was airborne!
Save our bees!
For a long time, Mr. Wild Dingo and I didn't know what to do with that extra meadow on our property. Both plants and animals would be way too much work for me as Lymie. And a vineyard would be too much work as well right now. We're seriously considering it for bee farming. I think its a great idea for a Lymie with not a lot of energy to spare but very much wants to have a farm. He's totally jazzed about it. So maybe our landscaping planting plans will be moved up in priority now. Because bees need flowers!
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