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Anyone who's been on our Facebook or read this blog before probably knows I'm a little fascinated with the insects. I just think they're amazing with their instincts and social structures and little dances. With all the swarms and the proximity of the hives to the stand I've felt pretty proud of how brave I've gotten. I'll walk right up to the hives to take pictures. I see them in the field and think nothing of it. Well, on the day of our last swarm, I got a little too close.
Usually I'm not there when they swarm. This day, they started as I pulled up. I was excited because I've been wanting to get pictures of this since the first swarm. it was cool until they started coming close, then my and the girls at the stand ran for our cars. Two of us climbed into mine and I held my phone to the window to get pictures. It took a couple minutes for them to pass over us and when they did I started the search for where they went. I heard them on the other side of the irrigation pond, so after a few minutes when they didn't seem to be flying so much, I decided to find where they pitched.
|The view from my car. Yes, those black specks are all bees...and this wasn't our biggest swarm.|
I could hear them buzzing loudly from at least fifty feet away, yet still I felt determined to get my picture. I bravely (stupidly) continued stalking them down until I reached the tree on the edge of the pond they pitched on. They weren't calm. Some of them had landed, some of them were flying. I slowly walked to them with a calm demeanor. Usually, if you don't freak out, they won't attack. Well. This wasn't a normal day at the hive. They were still worked up from swarming, and one (or more I really didn't take time to count) started bumping into me (kinda like sharks do before they eat you, or so the Discovery channel tells me). Bees will run into you if they find you a threat, and this is a warning for you to leave now before they sting. Well, my mama didn't raise a fool. I took the warning and turned around and started walking away (disappointed, because I still didn't have a good picture of the pitch). Apparently, I wasn't walking fast enough, because I could still hear the bee flying around me and still feel him bumping into me. That's when reason and rationality left me, and I started hauling a** across our parking lot, shrieking and yelling, phone in one hand, pants in the other (I've been trending to looser pants, but that's another story). I felt a little like Winnie the Pooh being chased by the swarm (except that there is absolutely no way I am jumping in our irrigation pond. I shudder to think about what I might catch in there). All of this is done much to the entertainment of my girls in the stand and the pickers, who happened to be in the field right there (I think I provide a lot of entertainment for them). It's not until I get to the other side that I no longer hear the bee chasing me and I can stop, and then I stand there for fifteen minutes catching my breath and laughing at how dumb I just was. Oh well...there's always one. That day that one was me.
I did go back later, when they were calm, and got my picture. All it took was a little perseverance.
|30,000 bees pitched on a tree. At least they all didn't chase me!|
So, about the looser pants. Well, come about December 28th, there will be a new addition on the farm. We're expecting our second baby! I guess that means I'll have to come up with a new nickname. Right now, since we don't know the gender, it's Sea Monkey (just add water and watch it grow!). I have a feeling that just like The Boy for our son, it will end up sticking.