I was late getting home tonight, but I had to go have a peek at the girls. Isabella still had busy foragers coming in, but Rosamund was unusually quiet. I peeked at Isabella and admired her busy, enthusiastic workers and then looked in at Rosamund.
She was very laid back.
And I could see the comb, unlike this morning when they were covering the combs so completely that I couldn’t see the swarm cells that were evident tonight.
And one was open at the bottom.
So, I hollered for Chuck and we looked and looked up in all the trees around and behind the hives. They were nowhere to be seen. We started back into the house, thinking that they had already headed off to someone else’s yard or hole in a tree or wherever they found a spot when I noticed a brown wad wrapped around the crook of one of our crepe myrtle bushes.
I ran in the house to get my phone and camera. Chuck got his camera. I called Frank.
This is what he’ll find when he gets here.



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