In Ottawa, in a park, on a cool sunny day, at the base of a Maple tree, rummaging and buzzing and turning in the grass and pine needles, we saw a Bumblebee.
(If you look closely, you’ll see the Maple tree of which I speak.)
There used to be Bumblebees here, they say. But I haven’t seen one in many, many years. A Bumblebee, just imagine it! We saw one with our own eyes.