Yesterday while i was having my siesta, hubby walked in and said, '" Hurry, come outside. And bring your camera!"
"What happened ?, i asked curiously, reluctant to move out of the warm quilt.
"Operation Honey", he remarked, a slow smile on his face.
"Operation Honey?,'' i repeated dumbly.
" Has my cousin come from Delhi?". i enquired.
"No. Remember the Beehive you asked me to get removed?", hubby smiled knowingly.
"OIC', i said with more understanding.
" Bring your camera", hubby reminded me.
I got out of the quilt in a jiffy and took out the camera form the cupboard and went outside to the verandah which was the venue of Operation Honey.
We have a solitary Bottle Brush tree in the corner of the verandah in our home. Solitary because the Gul mohar tree dried last year, due to an invasion by white ants. Faridabad's soil is infested with white ants and it was indeed disheartening to see the tree i had planted with my own hands die after nearly two decades.
Every Spring, the Bottle brush tree would bloom
without fail, turning to a riot of red flowers. Compared to other trees like mango it doesn't rise to a great height , but this one had not done badly. So much so, that a beehive sprung up, and that too at a somewhat low branch. Several times i had asked hubby to get it removed, lest some naughty kid hit a stone and sent the bees on a stinging spree.
So today, hubby did the needful. Today was the time for 'Operation Honey!'
As i walked towards the verandah, i saw a man crouched on the floor.
He held a beehive,
bereft of bees in his hand. a polythene containing some more pieces of beehive was kept aside. And the most unbelievable part was the swarm of bees
|The swarm of Bees on the floor|
adjacent to the man, calmly stuck together on the floor.
"How did he dislodge the beehive from the tree?" i asked hubby
" he lighted a beedi and held it near the beehive. the bees went away and he easily removed the hive form the tree", answered hubby.
I realized he was a professional. and he kept an eye on the trees and today he approached hubby with a bargain.
I watched in fascination the whole process unfolding in front of my eyes.
Fifteen minutes later he was gone. We couldn't get any honey as he was reluctant to part with the honey comb. As for us, we were happy to see the imminent danger of a stinging spree be done and over with.
Two hours later i ventured out of the home . As i looked up to see the spot whee the beehive had been , i was shocked. The bees were right there on the same branch at the very same spot.
|The bees AFTER Operation Honey|
I rushed inside and told hubby about it.
"How is it possible that they are back? the Beehive is no more?"
" Perseverance", replied hubby. " They will make a new one again"
As this sunk in, i realized that it was back to square one. But i somehow did not want to upset the bees again. So i let it be.....
Minutes after their home had been destroyed, the bees were back , all together to build a new home, rear new bees and to pollinate and make honey.
Bees , although classified as pests, are useful to man both for pollination and for making honey. There is a lot we can learn about perseverance and diligence from these tiny insects which live such a disciplined life, co existing together in a swarm.