Honey season that is. Discriminating palates prefer a little smackerel of the sweet bee treat on their daily toast.
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.”
“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think.
Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do,
there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were,
but he didn't know what it was called.”
The bees are so ready to get at the task of making honey they were swarming our bird feeder by the dozens on the warmest and sunniest day of this week.
Odd, we thought. But a little Googling found that in the absence of pollen hungry bees will gather dust from bird seed.
These bees were at it so vigorously that they were knocking seed out of the feeder and causing it to audibly "ping" off the metal squirrel guard.
The cardinals, titmice, and juncos were sensibly keeping their distance.
We are very happy to see our fuzzy, buzzy little friends take their work seriously as we have serious plans for future honey eating!