What the bees did
“The bees don’t listen, do they?” said Jonesy. John Chapple and I nodded in agreement.
Alan had put on the kettle to make tea as we sat under the shade at the apiary table and shared stories about misbehaving bees.
Last weekend, it was a gloriously hot and sunny Saturday afternoon and the nectar, as well as the conversation, was in full flow. Emily and I had inspected our three hives and found that the honeybees were not wasting a second of the good weather either.
We had arrived at noon before the other beekeepers to carry out a thorough inspection of a suspected queenless colony. The queen was last seen three weeks ago by myself and Jochen. She was big, orange and beautiful. But she had since failed to lay a single egg and the colony was dwindling without brood or stores.
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