Nature's Place

Bee Again …

The only full face shoot available to me on the day. Good posture, didn’t notice me at all, too focused.

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Seedlings shooting up all over the place, will eventually bear flowers and food for the bees that drink hereabouts.

All different individuals, they don’t stop for long, just like they are when visiting flowers in the garden. Busy bees.

And dedicated, no slackers here. They have one mission, to serve the purpose of the hive and the queen, one life.

One for all and all for one. Loved that about the three musketeers. Such a selfless lot, well at least they endeavored. I think. :-)

Mid winter here in the southern hemisphere, cold and often wet lately, I don’t expect to find much to shoot (photograph to the uninitiated).

Then I found this hidden oasis where it has been hiding in the open all these years, at my feet. Down the road from my mechanics place.

I went wandering off the beaten pathways and came to a creek and stood still a while in the warm sunshine that Brisbane’s winter is famous for.

Then I heard it, a buzzing sound upon the trickle of the clear creek water at my feet. Bees, taking up the moisture and minerals below.

This, from my first such discovery of this bee-haviour, was a pleasure to see.

And so I went to work, down on my hunkers, stretching this way and that, using the versatile stick for support and maneuverability to get the shots and not fall in.

And so it goes, doing our best to not fall in while enjoying what we can, as long as it lasts.

This life of mine …

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Bee Hotel …

This parasitic wasp was noticed sitting on the old Blue Banded Bee hotel, listening … for what may be.

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Listening … to what the surrounding structure and landscape was saying, the masked bee moved in.

Moving from entrance to entrance, each one separate as the BBB are a solitary bee, not hive minded – somewhat individual.

All can be seen to exercise caution, at least testing for recognition to ensure integrity to process – don’t want to finish another’s nest.

Others just testing for a suitable repository for her as yet unborn young. All things intelligent in their own ways, all things driven to reproduce.

The dark cool of the mud brick interior a suitable place for new life to begin its journey out.

not any more. Made for the Blue Banded Bee a few years ago, this hotel, they only really used it for one.

Last year a few still nested there but this year none so far, but nothing good goes to waste.

This year a swarm? – don’t know if they can be called that as they are not a hive (mind) creature.

But this year the masked bee turned up in numbers, followed by the parasitic wasp.

I will watch as everything runs its course, inside and out … maybe get a few pictures.

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Cold Bee

Small bee, or wasp, enjoying the regurgitation of some nectar, or something else. In and out, in …

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… and out … Sitting out the passing clouds on a cold winter’s day as she savoured this tasty drop.

Ready then to set off into the wild green garden, no thought for any future.

Sense is too good, to a bee and me, to spoil it with thinking.

There’s a cold wind off the sea that reaches inland and chills the garden.

The small creatures feel it, especially when the sun goes in.

But then the sun comes out again.

What a life …

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Lil Bee

On the calendula, collecting pollen for her little ones to be.

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A little nectar too, for her own wellbeing, to keep on being a bee.

Preening in another flower, what bees do by their nature.

Basking in the yellow, cooler than red, colours matter, to this bee.

A bee in the garden on a hot summers day.

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Bee Again …

Struggling mightily in the water in the pot plant tray, I lifted her out.

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It was late afternoon, so she had little time to recover and get on her way.

And she made an effort, nature never gives up before the end.

You have to admire the un-self-conscious tenacity. An indomitable will, albeit instinctive.

After a while I put her to the flowers, to enwrap and nourish her, if she was still able.

She explored a little, climbing about the petals, just finding her way.

And when it seemed too late for flight I put her to a already closing flower for the night …

I don’t know if a hive creature adapts to being alone for a night …

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Lazarus Bee

They just keep getting back up and recovering. Having a good cleanup before takeoff.

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Mitey Bee …

Found wandering among the new flower plantings.

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A little coaxing gets her up on the stick and relative safety.

What slows such a diligent worker down so? Exhaustion maybe …

A little calendula nectar works a treat to get her going again.

Possible problem coming into view, around the vulnerable neck.

And there it is, not an insignificant burden to a little bee.

And then she was gone, off on the wind.

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Bee

Rescued from the water, still a little wet. Breathing fine, antennae intact, tongue working. Where there’s life form functions.

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Grooming and preening, the better to do its ordinary job … of entertaining the people of earth.

A bit of a climb at times, a zigzag incline – where life reflects on self. 1 2 3, 1 2 3 …

Two steps forward. one step back … nature’s waltz, 1 2 3, 1 2 3 …

Getting on with its ordinary life, of being a bee.

Mostly gathering goodness for the hive, with an occasional hiccup.

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Bee Draggled

On my finger. Looking strong and healthy after her swim. She pays particular attention to the condition of her tongue.

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Drying, preening and cleaning can take quite a while. The minutes pass as I sit watching while she resumes full fitness.

A nice warm stone to dry out on in the sun. Placed for the shooting angle with blue sky as background, helps …

She looks fierce, but only to the eye expecting ‘something else’. Imagination. Nature is supremely practical.

They’ll always climb to higher ground if they are well enough. All the better to take off from, when the time comes.

It has been said yoga, a practise of physical exercises with a spiritual dimension (attention to sensation) was developed by observing nature’s creatures about their business.

They have an exercise for every occasion, every body part gets its turn, no exceptions.

A number of honey bees were rescued from the cold water recently. Too many to show them all, or even a representative sample of images.

If I get to them early enough they recover quickly and seem to suffer no ill effects. They just take the time to recover, given the space for preening and cleaning, then take to the air, do a short circuit above and find a direction to fly in.

Home, I suspect. Back from whence they come. To rejoin the hive they serve. One body’s life having little more significance than that, except it is itself unique and integral to the whole.

Not insignificant …

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