One evening recently, relaxing in the bath after a very long day, I noticed a bee tucked into the window frame. Moving closer, I gave her a gentle blow which confirmed she was alive but weak. It was far too late and cold to put her outside so I left her in peace until morning.
Checking on her at daybreak, thankfully she had survived the night. As she was clearly too weak to fly and barely able to walk I managed to coax her onto some A4 sketch paper, brought her to my room and put her on the table beneath the window.
In the kitchen I scooped a blob of raw Manuka honey onto a toothpick, came back and placed it before her. There was a feeling of real privilege to watch her gulp down the sweetness and regain her strength.
Ten minutes or so and her thorax was pumping, wings twitching, then, as a wild horse might, she suddenly reared on her hind legs, and firing up her engines this beautiful creature took to the air. Through the open window she flew into the morning sunshine, with the strength and hope to rejoin her sisters.