Sunday, November 8, 2009


2009 11 08: No more worries. My work here is done. It's a perfect, warm, November day but the water has grown chill.  This fine bee chose a quiet, beautiful spot, down by the riverside, to lay her burden down. We should all be so lucky. Judging from the absence of tiny, bee-sized,  bite marks, it does not appear that her fellow bees feel any need to cannibalize her lifeless corpse in order to survive. Though such behavior would be understandable were they to find themselves in dire straits; where the only alternative would be to go very, very hungry.

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