This is not a Bumblebee

A day of planting, digging, hauling

Interrupted by bumblebees that I wanted to capture
Running around like a little kid
Laying on my belly in the grass
Clicking away to get just one proper capture

My eye fell on this feather
And for today: it made the one I thought worthy for the daily blip.

Although there were spells of hard work, I was enchanted by the birds which are so active these days. In the end, I took a beer to the mulberry terrace and just sat silently, watching and listening to the sparrows.