TwilightBeasts

My daughter froze. She had just been hopping across the coarse, sun-baked sand bank to paddle and splash in the cold, clear River Teign. Giggling, she skipped back across the gravely sand, where she would turn and repeat the process, as she had already done a dozen times to her delight. Only this time she came to an abrupt halt. She had spotted something. Her older brother had taught her well: a little movement or a flash of colour may be some hidden insect just waiting not to be discovered. She crouched down and lay on her tummy. She was transfixed. I lay down beside her and that’s when I saw it: a small, rather dull bee digging in the sand.

She had watched big, hairy bumble bees disappear inside beautifully coloured petals to emerge covered in yellow dusty pollen; a small price to pay for that rich nectar. She had…

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