The batch below are from Spey Bay and Garmouth and are from the brief period when further travel was permitted.
And back to the locked down plague zone.
When I came through to my 'office' yesterday there was a bee sleeping on the table. I gave it a drink of sugary water, it whirred its wings to warm up, and it flew out the door. End of story.
(The flyer the bee is on came in a magazine and seems to be for some sort of strange pretentious "look at me" pretend-to-be-rich-or-posh event.)
Below: At the Dee
Below: At Park
Below - Storm Alex 04 October 2020
Above: Towards Black Dog from the mouth of the Don.
Above: At Park.
Below: It's 29 December and the funs are oot.
Below: Strange ice on pools by the Dee - straight-edged geometric shapes and a film on the surface that seemed to be in between water and ice.
And back to more or less where I started, with the bees on the plum blossom again.
Bee rescue squad away! This one was sitting unmoving on the floor. I poured out some sugar-and-water mix and it drank - it seemed to have a long red tongue. It seemed to be stuck though and looking closely its back leg was trapped between the boards of the floor. So using a tiny paintbrush I eased its leg out. I then gently shoved it onto a spoon and laid it outside in the sun. A moment later it was gone.