I ate my breakfast watching bees come and go ("come and go, talking of Michaelangelo"). The bee coop is as pretty Chicago O'Hare from a distance. Later, I visited them. Up close there are corpses on the ground, each a separate mystery: foolhardy robber, errant prince, ancient crone, cursed child or maybe someone delicate who succumbed to something I should have prevented?
The 3/4 hive had already finished their syrup, the Flow hive had not quite. Impressed, we made more 1:1 syrup:
1.6 kilograms of sugar in a big jug,
Pour on about 1.6 litres of recently boiled water,
stir together and set to cool for a bit.
Refined white sugar is the healthiest thing to feed bees. You and I are not like them.
https://www.dpi.nsw.gov.au/__data/assets/pdf_file/0018/532260/Feeding-sugar-to-honey-bees.pdf
Later still, after watching proudly and clapping my hands pink as my offspring and my coachees were awarded prizes, in the dark of the night, Sean, Iris and I went down to the bee coop and replenished the feeders. I think we gave the 3/4 hive about a litre and the Flow hive about half a litre. Then I tried to clean up the places where I had poured an unintentional libation of about 100 mls on the kitchen bench and floor.
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