WHAT A BUZZ
They arrived after a big southerly blow. I suspect someone’s hive blew over but, given that they weren’t sporting airframe numbers, it was a case of finders beekeepers.
They coalesced on a branch of one of our fruit trees, hanging in an ever-changing shape. A beekeeper we contacted said nobody would be interested; another said they would die of cold. Well, heck with that, we thought.
My better half had swapped three chickens for a part-build top-bar beehive some years back. It was still part-built, but a crash production line on a temporary template saw enough frames assembled to get us
