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This morning I watched the flurry of birds in the yard, and noticed
a particularly heavy population of honey bees flitting about the
flowers we planted to attract humming birds. That reminded my of
the
scene (maybe the most poignant and heart rendering scene in movie
history (after the Gayle Sayer's eulogy
in Brian's Song); the funeral parlor scene
where Vada grieves over Thomas J, who was stung to death by
bees. And
that reminded me of a most startling truth. In my going on 97
years of
traipsing about the woods, I have not once seen a beehive in
nature. I
mean, it's not that they're tiny little things. WTF?
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