this will be the last time I shoot bees: (absolutely!) (Sure …)

So, let’s begin with my most very favourite (which we’ve all seen before yada yada yada…)

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—a bee on final approach to the local McBeegles.

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A bee practising her breast stoke and pondering lack of progress. But she kept at it and eventually reached the end*.

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A not-a-bee doing whatever it is they do when they rub their front paws together. Inside the house this poor wee shiverin’ timorous beastie would be an enemy (SQELCH!) but out here it’s a case of “I’ll leave you alone if you leave me alone” (wish only that our politicians would do likewise~).

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This wee QT, I had no idea she/he/it was there until I ‘developed’ the shot—saw a speck, blew it up and there she was with all paws up in the air saying (I imagine, to her next lunch) “Take me—I’m yours!”

Okaaaay …

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This cutie reminds me of that justifiably famous WW2 song (I yodel it often when The Spouse is a squirming captive audience as we’re driving along)—

—or not.

We’re both tone-deaf anyway …

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Agile little critturs, aren’t they? I could never do that (my nose isn’t long enough).


we have a high forager checking out the spring growth. Quite a few and very active, this is the only shot that worked.

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And to close, this also is a not-a-bee.  Down there down there

But we loved it anyway, so make of it wot you will …

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And now I have to hoof off to the hinterlands, armed with cheery grin and portable camera—hoping that now I have the polarising filter with me those fishies will have returned to the stream.

Wish me luck …


* And fell off. (Recovered well:  give her credit for (a) being a bit dopey and (b) excellent reflexes.)


4 thoughts on “I PROMISE

    1. Thank you~! I hoofed by the local golf course, no sign of any fish this time, or players, so I ventured in to explore the rough and came out with seventeen golf balls.
      I seem to have a knack … if any of the snaps I took when finding them work out I may even make a post, boom boom!

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