This little chap dropped in while we were having morning coffee. Had a drink of water (rainwater left in the hollows of our wrought-iron table); washed his face; groomed his fur (called pile) and stretched out each leg to be brushed by the one next to it.

Photos are a little fuzzy (like the bee) because using a clip-on macro lens on a mobile phone when you can’t see the screen because of bright sunlight is rather hit and miss. You can just see his white rump.

Identify your own bees . . .

Pin by Kelly Truby on Just because . . . | Bee garden, Bee, Bee keeping
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