Honey diving

A honey bee rushes across the comb as one of her sister drinks honey

Yesterday I helped my neighbor with his bees.

When Jack puffed smoke into the frames, a loud buzz went up. I thought the bee box would explode as thousands of angry insects sounded the alarm with their wings.

But though a cloud of bees investigated us, our white bee suits kept them at bay. And soon we were handling the frames, where bees were gorging on honey, like refugees grabbing provisions in face of a bad storm.