|this first bee made a long trail thru the wet sand...|
working very hard to free itself from the wet soup it was in...
|the shell acted as a great island to climb upon to rest and dry her wings|
|this was the moment of her freedom as she dried her wings and readied herself for flight...|
|this second bee was nowhere near an island to climb upon|
so i scooped her up on a bit of shell
|and set her down on a rock...|
shortly she fluttered her wings dry and took off again as well