The Plight of the Honey Bee
” Hello Olivia. I dont know where you are physically. But if you are in the greater new york city area, give me a call. The reason why I am calling you is because a thunderstorm has knocked over a very large tree and lo and behold a very massive bee hive has been discovered. Six or so beekeepers are going to arrive at the Bronx Zoo tomorrow to put them in hives. and doing very intensive beekeeping work. Moving the bees, putting them in boxes. In some very hot and sweaty weather. The bees are in a very foul mood which may create some very good opportunities for photos. This is is a very very large bee hive, a ten foot long canoe. Its that big. Give me a buzz.”
He told me to meet them behind the giraffe house. And there I went, to discover (for the first time) the wonders of bee keeping in New York City (In a very legal way).
And by the end of the day when I heard one of the beekeepers speaking about his sticky hands, I thought to myself “C’est la BEE”, and I knew that with my very first bee pun, I was hooked.
(The Entrance, Bronx Zoo)
(Reminded of Holy Mountain)
(The Fallen Tree)
(Smoke em out)
(Tools and honey bees)
(Pheremones, they thought it was)
(Sticky, Stuck, Yellow)
(Searching for the Queen Mother in the crowd)
(Parade to the Queen that has been placed in box)
(Yellow vs. Black)
(Boxes and Boxes)
(Honey Comb Above)