observation – michael jarmer

I scoop a honey bee out of the dog’s water dishwith a stick. She’s still alive, but barely, it seems,and I place the stick on top of the fence frameand watch her for awhile. She can’t fly. Her wingsare water-logged. She uses those forelegs to workher mandibles somehow, as if cleaning herself,perhaps, in her littleContinue reading “#503: A Honey Bee”