Once more I sat down to my lunch. After several minutes I became aware of a slight movement near my feet.A broken but still living bee was feebly emerging4from the sand.
Beguiled by its survival, I leaned down to survey the damage. The right wing was relatively intact, but the left was crumpled like a piece of paper.Nevertheless, the bee kept exercising the wings slowly up and down, as though assessing the damage.It also began to groom its sand-encrusted thorax and abdomen.
