Hive hunting on a Sunday afternoon

A fat bee bumbles by, hovering in the air like a helicopter and darting in and out of the crevices in the peeling porch where the wood pulls away from the house, seeking a new hive spot for spring perhaps, but as lovely as the idea of homegrown honey sounds, I’m not keen on a buzzing hive of furry stingers so near my quiet reading spot and shoo it away into the yard where I hope it will alight on the neighbors’ porch, who with eight kids, are a hive of activity themselves.

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2 thoughts on “Hive hunting on a Sunday afternoon

  1. I hate to be a know-it-all but that is a bumblebee and I don’t think they make honey and I don’t think they live communally. Funny about sending it to the neighbors though.

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