The other night I was out in the garden making photos of whatever caught my eye. I was about to go inside when I heard humming…very loud humming. I looked and found this bumble bee struggling to scavenger nectar from a wild flower. As I photographed him, we seemed to be struggling up and down the plant with his legs, and beating his wings furiously. He seemed tired and alone, without the stregth to even fly to the next flower. I thought he would surly die here this night.
After a few minutes of this, but what seemed much longer, he suddenly got his second wind and flew out of the yard.
Often we don’t know what we (or others) are capable of.
