Last Sunday was a sunny day that had followed some spring rains. The apple blossoms were glorious. Prime time for swarming. We were gone most of the day. That night I discovered a honeybee buzzing around in our den. I gently escorted him out into the night, and wondered how he had gotten into the house.
The next morning I opened the blinds and discovered the carnage. There were a few survivors, still buzzing. They were tenderly gathered up and deposited outside under the apple tree.
I was heartsick. They must have swarmed on Sunday and landed temporarily near the window. Some adventurous souls found a crack that led into the den. Son 2 and I searched high (in the chimney) and low (in the coal room under the den), but found no evidence of a swarm inside. They must have moved on.
Perhaps I need to dust off my beekeeping equipment and settle in a hive or two.
"I told you we took the wrong turn at Albuquerque."
