This happened about 2 years ago during the summer of 2007. I was going through the pictures in my computer and came across these photos and thought I have to share this. I couldn’t wait to get to the computer, if I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes I wouldn’t believe it. I cannot even begin to express how scary this was and yet at the same time mesmerizing….I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I was told by animal control this was perfectly normal and bees do it all the time. They migrate to new homes and along the way form temporary hives with their own bodies so they can rest.

Bees part 1

Bees part 1

This is the tree in my front yard…notice the small brown clump….you guessed it bees. I didn’t know what it was at first so I walked closer until I heard the buzzing…. then I backed up real quickly. I’m not allergic and I don’t hate bees, this was different. What are you going to do…ask them to leave….wave something at them and say “shoo”. I didn’t think so…meet the new owners of my front yard.

Bees part 2

Bees part 2

This was after about 30 minutes…the gangs all here. This thing began swaying in the wind. The noise was so loud you could hear it from half way across the yard….where I was standing….with a zoom lens. I may have lost half my mind years ago raising 4 kids, but the other half still knows to stay away from bees

6 hours later they finally began to depart a few at a time. I don’t know what their final destination was but I hoped they enjoyed their stay at Robin’s B & B…(bees and bees). I made a pun… I hope you buzz back soon. Ok, I know that was bad…but still funny…so hush.


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