|I heard a rustling in the|
birch tree: a squirrel with
something in its mouth.
One of Sophie's bones!
By the time I grabbed my
camera, he was making
his escape over the fence
and across the street.
So I'm standing out at the corner in my PJs, and I hear a familiar sound.
That is not dust on my lens. Click the photo to make it larger.
And this one:
Notice the "not dust" on the right, in front of the house. You can guess what that arrow is pointing to.
Yes, I now have bees for sure. This was not a beginning swarm, but one that came from somewhere else. I was all excited to think I could get this one captured, too, but within 20 minutes, most of the bees had disappeared inside the tree.
Dang. That's going to be problematic for the tree trimmers. The guy I usually use climbs the tree by himself, but this may call for a cherry picker so no workers of either species get hurt.
That's swarm No. 5 for me! To see the others, click here