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Columbus, Ohio: Franklin Park Conservatory and Botanical Gardens
[PHOTOS TAKEN: MARCH 30TH, 2025 | Image IDs: Eight photos of a black and yellow American bumblebee feeding from and pollinating the white and yellow flowers of an apple tree /End IDs.]
Bombus pensylvanicus, the American bumblebee! I didn't recognize this species at first, as I've only seen it once, which unfortunately makes sense given its vulnerable/threatened status.
photography by Afton
I love doing macro.
photography by afton
Bee gang!!! We’ve had bees since about June 2019 ((wow longer than I thought lmao)). Good luck with harvesting your honey, its great fun!
You have bees?! I have bees!! :00 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
YESSSS BEE GANG!!! we got them last may!!
vegans making honey a bee labour issue is the funniest thing imaginable because like, you picked the one animal that has already unionised
Yeah, I can now see why he didn`t like it. Think i can do it better if i ever remake it for a portfolio
I mostly post my drawings here but i really wanted to share this Honey Jar label i made for a college assignment a few years back. My teacher didnt really like it for some reason but im actually very happy with how it turned out + i really love all the bees and bumblebees so this was a blast to make ^^
I dont know how often i will be able to post but i`ll try to stay active
I mostly post my drawings here but i really wanted to share this Honey Jar label i made for a college assignment a few years back. My teacher didnt really like it for some reason but im actually very happy with how it turned out + i really love all the bees and bumblebees so this was a blast to make ^^
I dont know how often i will be able to post but i`ll try to stay active
This is 🥺🥺
“Oh look,” said John. “There’s a bee.”
“Hmmm,” Sherlock agreed, noting the colour of the abdomen, the hairs prevalent on the thorax. “ Anthidium maculatum. Wood carder bee,” he added at John’s mildly exasperated look. “One of many species of solitary bees.”
“I thought bees live together in a hive?” John said, watching the little creature as it clambered up a stem.
“That’s a common misconception,” Sherlock said, rifling through a cabinet in his mind palace for the correct information. “In the UK, there are around two hundred and seventy species of bee, and two hundred and fifty of those species are solitary bees.”
“Huh,” John said, peering even closer. “So this little lady doesn’t have a family and friends to go back to?”
“Little gentleman,” Sherlock corrected. “And no, probably not. He might spend some time with a mate, if it suits him, but for much of his life he will be alone - flying from one flower to the next, foraging, and doing exactly as he wishes.”
“Sounds a bit lonely,” John said, and Sherlock snorted.
“No need to romanticise the bee, John. I assure you, he is quite content with his solitary life.”
“I’m not so sure,” John mused, and they both watched as the bee moved on to a different stem. “It’s all very well visiting all these places, seeing all these things. But with no-one to share them with? Not sure I’d like that.”
“Really? I would like it just fine,” Sherlock said, and this time it was John who snorted.
A bit peeved, Sherlock eyed him. “What?”
“You? You go mad when you don’t have someone to talk to - so mad that you start talking to inanimate objects. You love explaining about things you’ve seen, things you’ve learned. And you like having a place to come home to every night, with someone familiar there. We’re flatmates, remember - though I’m pretty sure you don’t need help with the rent. You are no more a solitary bee than I am.”
Sherlock stared at him.
John was still watching the bee, though his cheeks had gone a bit pink. “What’s it doing now?”
With some difficulty, Sherlock brought his attention back to the insect. “It’s collecting the tiny hairs from the stem of the plant. Wood carder bees use those to build their nests.”
“So… this one did find someone to go home to, after all,” John said slowly. He was watching Sherlock from the corner of his eye, and inexplicably, Sherlock blushed.
“I… I suppose he did,” he said, and made sure to keep his eyes fixed on the delicate fluffy body in front of him, that flew around against all laws of physics.
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The lovely @alifetimeaheadtoprovethat drew this little doodle for me, so I decided to write a little ficlet to go with it <3 This is our entry for the @sherlockchallenge this month (prompt: One).
Liking is nice, reblogging is better!
This is my ✨I’m not a bot✨ post.
Featuring: Bee on a Flower
Imagine a super-advanced sentient alien race of bees makes contact with Earth and their first question is "So what's with all the rectangles?"
That's how stupid you sound, when you ask why bees make houses out of hexagons.
Не зроз, як додати попередження про миготіння, тому просто сховала відео під спойлер 👇 обережно 💛
My dad has bees. Today, I went to his house and he showed me all the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off a 5-gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside.
We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave, we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.
Bee kind always.
Wow. Just wow. I’d heard about bees playing, but I didn’t know some of the other cool things mentioned in this video, like the fact that bees can learn by watching others. 💛🐝
This is why I don’t squash insects that happen to wander into the house. This is why I am against that sort of careless killing. Because we so drastically underestimate what insects are capable of. They are living beings, quite possibly each with their own desires and fears and inner lives. Many people forget that insects are animals. Many people forget that so are we.
honestly, the things that insects are capable of will never cease to amaze me
Buzz Buzz I guess
Its bee time
