I know what you are thinking, but this story isn’t about the same.
This is about my friend who went on a birdwatching safari with a few other people. According to him they set up camp late at night and then went birdwatching. They saw a lonely owl perched on a tree, barely visible due to the cloak of darkness around. They came back to find a visitor hungrily growling. Not wanting to turn into dinner they decided to spend the night elsewhere.
In the morning as the sun rose, everyone including the birds went on their daily tasks. Crows cawing, sparrows chirping, a mynah yelling as though accusing someone of some sort of fraud.
As they walked ahead they heard a buzzing sound, the cause – a host of angry bees coming in their direction causing them to scatter and flee.
I’m not sure of my friend, but I certainly enjoyed his tale.
B for Bees.
Sorry for reusing this post but wasn’t able to write one in time.
The photo prompt has been given by Douglas M. Macllroy at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by Sallie Wolf at the Sunday Whirligig and the Daily Prompt.