Swarms usually come with a story The Dale SwarmThe father of a friend had died. We were dressed and on our way to his calling hours to express our sympathy. It's not like I was dressed for a formal wedding, but rest assured, I was not dressed for beekeeping. As we left our home and headed for the car- there they were - thousands of them - an unsettled swarm in flight.There is always a brief moment before an idea or a realization is formed, at least for me anyway. Does anyone else have that "fleeting moment" experience? For the briefest of moments, I felt puzzlement - what is that? Cicadas? Leaves? And then the slam comes - that's a swarml Beekeepers, you know the rules. It's a swarm, and like Superman, we must do what we must. We have to try to hive it.
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