On Saturday night, I responded to a call about a swarm of bees in the Berkeley Hills. I had poor luck with this swarm, and only got about a third of them into a hive box. The other third were either tangled up in a blackberry thicket, or very, very angry. I decided to leave the bees alone overnight, hoping that they would decide that the hive box I had provided was a suitable place to live.
Sunday morning, Robb and I were all ready to leave the house, armed with a few newly made bee catching tools, when we got a call from the homeowner who told us that the bees had all moved into the hive box. Great. We'd wait until sundown, when they all went to bed, and pick them up.
Except things didn't work out that way.
At some point during the day, all the bees flew off, who-knows-where. Good luck, ladies! I hope you found a safe new home.
After Robb and I picked up the empty hive, we drove the colony we had picked up last weekend over to Allie's house. Robb built this adorable hive for her back yard. I have to say that driving on Grizzly Peak Road, after dark, and with a car full of bees is more than a little bit stressful.
I'm dreading listening to the news today. I do not celebrate anyone's death, as doing so will not undo the destruction that has occurred since September 11th. It will not bring back all of the thousands who have died in the wars, or heal those whose bodies have been shattered. It will not get back all of the money spent. It will not mend the wounds.