Trog
Tales from the Hive: Decisions, Decisions
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, 07-05-2010 at 10:35 AM (3911 Views)
The swarm had been hanging since teatime yesterday and as yet no decision had been taken about their new home. There had been some quite vigorous dancing and even a bit of shoulder-shaking, but still the bees couldn't make up their collective mind.
The trouble was, there were too many good places available and the bees had divided into factions. The more conservative ones favoured sticking with what they knew, and there was a very well-sited National hive just a mile away, with foundation and a smelly pheremone capsule, good roof and floor. A similar number favoured the stack of old boxes and brood combs adjacent to the apiary they'd just left. It was clearly well-used, tried and tested, and they felt it might be prudent to keep the status quo (though what a 70s pop group had to do with the price of fish was anybee's guess). A third group were wavering between the two. If they could only make up their minds which side to join, the swarm could take off.
As always, there were smaller factions who wanted their say. One party favoured a nice hole in an oak tree. Others wanted to do their own thing entirely and departed for their original hive in order to take off as a cast with the first emerging queen. A few felt that the base of the town's statue of a national hero would be appropriate. One or two were simply being disruptive.
The queen had had enough. Making her way to the outside of the cluster, she took off at speed, the startled bees following as best they could. 'One feels it's time for firm leadership', she piped. 'Follow me.'