Today, I am flat. Perplexed. A little despondent. Our girls have gone from interesting to worrisome, and we really don’t know what’s going on.
With the events of yesterday behind us, I hoped and expected that we’d had a big learning point, a good experience, and now everything would be on an even keel. Through the day I wandered up to the apiary, and revelled in the busy industry of the 2 colonies. The apiary was a happy hum of departures and arrivals – with the beautiful choreography that the girls achieve.
I routinely greeted them, and complimented them on their endeavours and industry. Yep – I talk to them.
I’d been working up the garden for a while, under the tree that one of the colonies swarmed into last week, when I looked across, and through the wicker fence that is the apiary enclosure.
The hive had changed colour. It was no longer uniformly pale blue, and the top of the hive was bee coloured.
Oh, for fucks sake.
Not having my phone with my, I went to the house to collect it.
“It’s show-time” I called to Jen.
I grabbed by phone, suited up, and made myself comfortable in the apiary – figuring that I could enjoy the experience, confident in the knowledge that the girls would return inside when the queen returned. I started videoing the landing-board, hoping to capture the moment that the queen returned.
The way in which the perimeter of the “swarm” was marshalled in an outwards facing direction is either chance (very unlikely), or security – affording a view of anything that arrives (possible).