Bees, and Photos of Bees and Just Who Got Stung?
Right. It's late, and I am almost too tired to be thinking. Certainly too tired to be writing, but after promising all day to bring you some Bees, I am going to Skull up my brain (see how I am evolving this new verb?) and Bee with you for a bit.
(Cut to the chase, Lorraine!) Right. The lucky winners in the Who Gets to Bee stung contest: Boss and the MPR Reporter. Boss on an unprotected bit of ankle, and our hapless reporter friend when he was unlucky enough to squash one under an arm.
But this makes for dull reading. Let's start with a little Girl-on girl full Bee Suit Wrestling, with The Birdchick and Miss Kitty..(Who won? Who cares!)
Kitty is one of the few people who can actually take a lovely photo of me. Here I am messing around with some WARNING Full on Voltage action tool. (No idea what it does but it lives in a little birdhouse on the fence post.)
Feeding Bees honey from my hand makes me so happy. Actually everything about tending bees does.
Cabal, while loving the bit where we all go off into the woods, does not share this love of our honey making Friends. That's Non-Birding Bill, bravely at the hives in only hat and gloves. Brave man. I haven't done that yet. May well not be brave enough.
In order to steal, er, harvest, the honey, you need to get the Bees to leave and go nicely back into the hive. You can do this a number of ways, the most direct being to take the full box, no light thing and give it a few good shakes. See Boss and I convincing the Bees to leave. See Boss and I Covered in Bees.
Another way fun day with the Bees. And all of us there. Check out the Birdchick Blog and Boss's for more photos and stories....Miss Kitty, it should be noted, took all of these photos today, and shared them with us for tonight's joint bee post. This one is my favorite: Quiche with Ross Rounds!
Love and Bees,