Bees From Above

I had been telling the neighbour lady for months (no, years) that there were bees flying in and out of her roof. She shrugged it off and said that she had no problem with them.

Well, when there were thousands flying in the air around her house, she pulled the panic bell, and called the coty that sent an emker, as we call them (a person who handles and keeps bees).

There was a huge swarm of bees flying all around the whole neighbourhood and wise folks were watching the event unfold from behind closed windows.

Here are some fotos of the capture of the queen.

The emker arrives and susses/out the situation.
Can you make/out the dark clump of bees up at the top of the ladder?

He dons his bee kit and plans his ascent.

He works carefully to dislodge the queen and her mob of followers into a hive. .

There were so many disturbed bees flying in a around him that it was a wonder how he could do his work

He shows me how neatly the bees congregate around the queen in the bottom of the hive.

He set this on the ground, leaving a crack so that the rest of the bees would come to her...and they did over the course of 30 minutes.

After the emker had left with the bees, the lady showed me a piece of wax comb that was left behind.

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Tch! Now Biita 'n Toni...what are you guys like! Shocked

hahahahaha--somehow I thought that miss smartie-pants Miss Droopie would have made that comment. Laughing

Anyway... well, yes I never said that I was smart, so that explains me being outside. besides, how else could I have gotten the pics?

Well SoJ, I don't know what attracted the bees to the naighbour lady's house in the first place, but they had found a way inside between the roof and the ceiling in her upstairs. They just decided to move location and were grouping outside sort on the eve. I assume they were laying plans for a move.
Yes, they were honey bees, by the way.

The sign on the house means: van Goyen Street. The small print says, "Jan van Goyen, 1595 - 1656 artist".

If I had the time, I might learn to be an emker, I find it interesting, but it is an enormous amount of work. Perhaps one day when I stop working.
I have had a number of encounters with wasps and bees in several countries off and on, from Nepal to the U.S.--there was even a big swarm one day right at the edge of our plot. I wasn't taking piccies THAT day though, we repaired to the little shed. Embarassed

...in a hurry!

In Nepal's Chitwan Park one time, there ws a swarm which seemed to follow us as we were riding elephants along this narrow and dusty road. They made a tremendous sound, which made one feel sort of vulnerable.

A few days after that my partner and I were having a lazy picnic alongside the river in this certain area where you got to the river by walking along a maze of trails in this tall elephant grass which grew well over our heads.
Walking these paths, one had the feeling that he was in a green rat maze.
Once at waters' edge, there were several grassy plots upon which we could sit and dabble in the water in the heat of the day, munching sandwiches and sipping tea, all whilst noticing the serenity of it all. It was like a page right out of National Geographic.
After venturing up and doen the bank in both directions we settled down for a little nap. You know how it is in all that tropical heat. Ahhhhhh...
Streching out long, I closed my eyes and just drank in the sounds and smells...I began to drift....I heard my mate's breathing become regular--she was asleep-- and then.... I heard the low sound of a distant motor boat, or was it a motorcycle? Fading again...Then it was louder suddenly and jerked awake and gave my partner a nudge with my elbow. She sat up suddenly. We looked to the left downstream. There was an enormous, and I mean enormous black cloud coming our way, flying very low. The sound now was quite loud. I suggested that we lie flat and wait and see what they would do.
I fumbled at the trash we had produced and found the little boxes of orange drink. They had small straws in their holes. I had a plan.
The bees just kept flying by for almost 4 minutes. What a swarm! Gosh!
Well, I told her no mater what kind of parasites were swimming in that river, we would be going in should the bees decide to come down at us. We would breathe through the straws for as long as it took.
We wondered if they were the aggressive types that were in the area. Cor... nowhere to go. I didn't like that sort of situation.
We just lay there and watched them fly overhead. It seemed like hours.
When they were gone, we decided that we could nap just as easily in the hut, so away we went, disappearing back into the tall grass.
That night, while sitting atop the restaurant with a view out onto the river with a lovely orange sunset overhead, we looked across the river and there were three jeeps full of park visitors and what was between them and the water? A rhino! It took a long time before he came across the river to our side, and the poor tourists could at last drive across to safety.
Two things dawned on us: One was that we had had no idea that the river was so shallow. The second realization was that the rhino went exactly to the place where we had picniced.
We commented to the waiter and he said, "Oh sure, that's their regular crossing place, and the paths in the tall grass were made and used by them all the time". Shocked

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