Desperate Bee Attacks Breakfast

I had finished my job of pulling trees out of the woods, bucking off the branches and trailing them back to the cabin. I looked forward to transforming them into split firewood, but thought it best to first fortify myself with a rest and breakfast. What better than bratwurst and sunnyside up eggs for fortification.

In a matter of minutes, I seated myself on the cabin deck with a cup of coffee and a platter of brown brats and three beautiful eggs—large yellow/orange yolks prominent in the warm, bright sunlight.

Before I could lift a fork, my anticipation was interrupted by an invasion, a dive into the center of my egg yolks by a bee—obviously expecting a feast from a brilliant yellow flowerbed. Thoroughly immersed in the beautiful yolk, the bee was quite incapacitated.

I proceeded to rescue the little fellow with the aid of a few red pine needles which always adorn the deck. In the time it took to devour my breakfast, the little guy laboriously scrubbed himself clean, walked a few feet, and took off into the sky. I assume in search of another bright yellow/orange flower.