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A Bee's Breakfast (a photo essay)

In a summer morning I was walking by a pink periwinkle bush flooded with the new soft sunlight and noticed this cheery honey bee having breakfast on the nectar of the periwinkles. It was doing all kind of acrobatics - diving into the buds, hanging up side down from the petals, digging into the half opened petals... to drink the nectar from each and every periwinkles... didn't want to spare even a single one. Just stopped by to wish a 'Good Morning'! ... and ultimately spent a long two hours watching its cheerful activities.

It kept on drinking the nectar... either it fasted the previous night or was too greedy. You know the after effect... it got drunk. Couldn't fly anymore and no more acrobatics... it was walking down like a tame wingless creature - from one flower to another. It just didn't have enough strength left to fly...

This is a complete (yet-to-be-completed) photo-essay. I will upload photos here regularly and complete the story. Visit this gallery again to see the new photographs.... and the full story - with a dramatic end.
Though I didnít have proper lighting equipments, a ring-flash or even a simple dedicated one, tried to capture the story using the on-body pop-up flash and hence the hot-spots and reflections from wings in the photographs.
diving into
diving into
hanging and drinking
hanging and drinking
Bee's breakfast 03
Bee's breakfast 03
in flight
in flight
Bee's breakfast 04
Bee's breakfast 04
hanging up side down
hanging up side down
drinking nectar
drinking nectar
the proboscis
the proboscis
face to face
face to face
drinking
drinking
drunken and walking
drunken and walking
but didn't give up
but didn't give up
still drinking
still drinking
leaping to the next
leaping to the next
landed on an isolated one
landed on an isolated one
the last sip
the last sip
and . . . no way out
and . . . no way out