The mystery is over. Our new bee has revealed himself to bee (sorry) a boy – inasmuchas his name is Gordon, so he must be a boy because you wouldn’t call a queen bee Gordon and expect to live! ‘And how’ I hear you say, ‘did you know his name was Gordon?’ Easy. Gordon has 4 legs (as I wrote before) which are VERY black and yellow stripes… a bit flash really… hence Flash Gordon.. Gordon for short.
He is at present suspended by a wire (attached to the loop on his head) in the Honey Pot. We are not sure how he will take to this (he is rather large and fat, and it’s hard to hang by a loop on your head, in those circumstances… although I have to admit that I have not attempted it myself!) More of Gordon anon.
Buzz has flown back into the sitting room and seems quite relieved to have the place to himself once more. He is a fairly contemplative bee and didn’t really feel at home with the more outgoing Gordon.
There Mel – crazy enough for you?
Sixteen came to the Honey Pot this morning – we needed the fires on as there was a distinct chill in the air. The sun came out though, and it certainly made a difference. We sat about with cups of coffee and heard all about Martha’s hens (and the hen who turned out to be a cockerel… familiar?) the village hall kitchen project, parking problems in the local town, the joys of swimming and what to do with Jerusalen artichokes. Not much literary banter … but you can’t have everything!
We also discussed a children’s workshop to make bird nesting boxes and hibernacula…. with the merry anecdote concerning OV at the dump – trying to ‘rescue’ a plank from the wood skip and nearly falling in head-first. (Those of you who are not regular recyclers may not understand the full peril of leaning over into a quarter full container – from a point 2 metres above the contents…. arrgh!)
The idea of the workshop is to provide an opportunity for children (working with a parent) to make something for wild life and donate to a homeless project. We intend to scrounge materials where possible – that way we can enjoy the virtue of recycling (hopefully without casualties) and of doing something together – which is always more fun than on your own.
Anybody demonstrating particularly outstanding skills will be invited to help build the African hut on the front lawn…. now why?…. don’t ask!