And what happened to all the deaf frog stories? They were a sign of an eco apocalypse
I once had a stunningly intelligent encounter with a bee. I was sitting outdoors with a tumbler of apple juice on the wrought iron patio table in front of me. A bee dipped down into the tumbler to drink from the juice. One wing got wet, and suddenly he could not free himself to fly up. As he flapped around with his one free wing, he started to come close to sinking and drowning .
I picked up a large dried leaf from the table by the stem end, carefully scooped the bee up out of the juice.
He shook himself and flew upwards in the away direction, but then paused in the air, flew back to face me at eye level, and seesawed his wings side to side for an instant, then turned and flew off. It was clear as day, a “thank you” gesture.