When we got home from wine tasting today with Hope and Sue, I was working on our new Three Sisters garden. Rich was wandering around the yard, thinking about where to put a new sheep/goat/chicken house, and noticed a new little home behind the big storage tent.
When we had our garage sale a couple weeks ago, a beekeeper guy came by and asked if it would be okay if he put a hive on our property. He and Rich walked around and figured out a good location, and he said he would bring it by some day soon. So he must have come while we were out. Very exciting! He is going to give us some of the honey, and teach Rich how to manage a hive. So someday we'll get our own bees.
Also, while I was working in the garden, the blue jays were flying around and making lots of noise, so Rich got Daryl's BB gun again, and this time, he got one. Shot it right out of a tree!
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Bee nice to them.
Rich just made his bones? Is he now a made member of the Zimmerbanano crime fambly? I sincerely hope George and Plato resist becoming members of his crew. Oh! The humanity!
Must bee busy as bees. No here here. Frum u, that is.
Lately I have been visited by a recurring nightmarish Disneyesque vision--your blue jays are assembling a rally in your back yard--all the birds, bugs and mammals in your neighborhood--including the bees--I don't think their intentions are good--because instead of the typical sickeningly sweet Disney music, the sound track is composed of Chopin's Death March and Korsakov's Flight of the Bumble Bee.
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