The whole tree was buzzing when I walked up to it. Bees were jumping from flower to flower. This little lady kept still long enough for me to photograph her while she was getting an early start on producing next fall's crop.
And I was out in the Sonoran Desert, awash in palo verde blossoms, in dead silence - no bees. One or two flitted around camp but nothing like the hordes of yesteyear. Not good.