Buzzing; orange with purposeful banding, it flew low under the drooping apple boughs, disturbing wasps in their search for apple juice weeping from the browned flesh of fruit that the trees have let go. I wore jeans (for the first time in a month), made bearable by the slight diminishment of the morning temperature, for protection.
Hover-mower, hornet, or both. Your choice.
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