Night before last, we found a swarm of bees in a tree, the one closest to the back door where the dogs go in and out, and close to the horses. They were low enough for Morty to get into if he so desired, and given my clumsy nature, low enough for me to bump into.
It was our hope the critters were just passing through, and they would leave the next morning. Just in case, I took several telephone numbers of bee re-locators to work with me.
Bee re-locators you might ask? Yup. The world’s bee population has significantly reduced in recent years. Thing about bees, we need them, you know, to pollinate crops so that we have food. The day we hand over pollination to the Monsanto machine (my little soap box dig) is the day we should all pack it in. So we need live bees.
There has been an increasing number of Africanized bees found in Arizona, and for that reason, when one thinks bees in these here parts, the first word that come to mind is ‘Exterminator’. We didn’t know if The Swarm was Africanized or native, but we do know a bee is a bee and a bee is a pollinator, ergo, we didn’t want the Big Guns, we wanted the Butterfly Nets.
As the day progressed, it became increasingly apparent The Swarm intended to stay. Had they taken up residence in ANY OTHER TREE on the property, we would have just let them be, no pun intended. But if they were Africanized, and therefore more aggressive than native bees, we couldn’t have a future hive so close to the most major traffic thoroughfare at The Ranch.
None of the bee re-locators called me back, so it was left to Crabby to politely ask the bees to move to a different location.
Armed with a very long piece of rebar, Crabby disturbed the nest and fled back into the house (the door being only a few feet away), several times, before exposing what appeared to be the start of The Hive under construction. It wasn’t until Crabby knocked The Hive out of the tree that The Swarm decided to move on. I only wish I was home to video the procedure, I bet it was hysterical.
No bees were harmed and no resident of Run A Muck Ranch was stung, though I did worry about the Scout Bees who came back to the hive location later in the day. If I knew where the rest of the bees went, you can be rest assured I would have caught the stragglers and taken them back to their family.
Despite what we may think of other creatures, every last one of them was put on this Earth for a reason. If we keep on with our “Kill It” mentality, our world will be in a world of hurting. Profound words from The Crazy Dog Lady, friend to all things on earth, even those that scare the crap out of me.
Be safe former Swarm of Run A Muck Ranch! We do love, need and appreciate you!