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Newly acquired white betta fish:

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Damned hard to photograph. They never hold still for you.

I have a bluegill that I caught as a minnow about 2 yrs ago and I can't get a decent shot of him because of the glare from the tank.

Nice bees, nowhereman.

Thanks - I'll try the post again. (Technology is our friend, yes?)
Anyway, RF last week with "the girls". 2 hives, about 30,000 "pets".

*smiles* my Dad was a bee keeper when I was growing up. That picture there looks so familiar. Many different details, but the gloved hand and the bees held out for a look. That resonates with me.

Wonderful pics. I've always loved bees.

Thanks Dana. My Dad was a beekeeper also - kept 4 or 5 hives for years. My Mom's father and uncle had about 30 hives at one point, that's where Dad learned about beekeeping. A swarm showed up last year in one of his old empty hives and I thought that maybe that was a sign, a gift from him. He's been gone for 3 years now, and I feel him with me when I'm out there with the bees.

A Bee Poem For You:

The Arrival of the Bee Box
I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can't keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.
There is only a little grid, no exit.

I put my eye to the grid.
It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.

How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.
It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.
I am not a Caesar.
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
They can be sent back.
They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

I wonder how hungry they are.
I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.

They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

The box is only temporary.

--Plath

That's great - I'll print that and hang it with my bee supplies. Thanks for sharing it.

Hey. Didja know that it's National Pollinator Week? Nationally recognized. No jokin'. There's a story about it on NPR

nowhereman that's really lovely. To have that direct connection. *smiles*

@ Bri: that's a brilliant poem. I love it! I really should revisit Plath now I am not an overly cynical teenage college student.

What storm?
I mean I always creep under this shelf to sleep right?
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SG, magnificent cat. Stunning.

I echo that sentiment.

Sugar. I see red x boxes. You must be using photobucket or another similar place that is blocked by our filters.