Save the Bees!

When I was a child, my father had seven bee hives. I remember at the age of five or six, watching him don the white spacesuit (or so it seemed) with a screen helmet and elbow-length white gloves, to rob the hives. The bees swarmed around while the hives were opened and the honey extracted, then slowly returned to the hives. The domesticated honeybees were fairly gentle and seemed to understand their place in the cosmos—we seldom got stung and left plenty of honey for them. We turned the crank of the centrifugal extractor and watched a thick rope of… Continue reading

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