I've had my honey bees exactly two weeks today. I visit them nearly every day. I speak to them like I talk to my dog or cat. I figure all forms of communication play a part in getting to know each other. I want the sound of my voice to become familiar to them and for them to associate it with peace and kindness. When you think about how capable bees are - truly, little magicians -- learning to recognize my voice (and scent as I've mentioned before) is a small talent of which I'm sure they possess.
The connection I have with bees is intrinsically rich; rich to me. Some might call it spiritual. I don't try labeling it. It simply exists; I know it and I believe the bees know it. I don't know why it's meaningful to me. It just is.
I'll have my hand up at the hive entrance where I can feel the wind beneath their tiny wings as the bees bring in pollen and nectar. Some stop to rest on me and adjust their pollen or simply to catch their breath. The feeling of the whir as they touch down on me is soothing in the way petting a cat or dog is. There's something precious about the mutual trust that builds between us. It has to be experienced; words fall short of capturing the essence in the same way they do when you try describing a sunset. You just have to be there to fully understand.
I'll have my hand up at the hive entrance where I can feel the wind beneath their tiny wings as the bees bring in pollen and nectar. Some stop to rest on me and adjust their pollen or simply to catch their breath. The feeling of the whir as they touch down on me is soothing in the way petting a cat or dog is. There's something precious about the mutual trust that builds between us. It has to be experienced; words fall short of capturing the essence in the same way they do when you try describing a sunset. You just have to be there to fully understand.
I have a spot in the weeds that is flattened next the hive. It looks like the ground looks where a deer or elk has made a resting area for the night near a creek where the willows rise high. Pictured below is a bee resting on a weed near the entrance to the hive. This is a semi-common sight as I observe the in and out of the bees flight patterns. They never rest on the flights going out of the hive, but they do on the incoming flights.
Near the hive entrance, the first thing I noticed was a bee pupa having been discovered by some tiny ants. How did it get there? The bees coming and going were unconcerned about this scene. How did this happen? Did the bees just clear out the dead and this was part of the trash? What caused her to die? I have so many questions.
Weeds fill my yard the bees will take a rest before landing on the hive entrance.
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