Rather than throw the honey jar away while there was still some in the bottom, I decided to leave the lid off and place it on it’s side on the Bar-B-Que. In truth I was hoping that it may attract some late night -flying moths. However, after checking it at night for a couple of nights and finding nothing, I gave up the idea, but left the jar.
A day or two later the rain had stooped and the sun was briefly shining. I took a stroll down to the Bar-B-Que and was absolutely amazed at the number of Honey Bees and a couple of Wasps all guzzling as much as they could of the (now solidified) honey. By the time I got there there were two dead Honey Bees and two live wasps amongst the tightly packed in ‘gang’! I watched it quite closely for a while and was surprised to see that both the bees and the wasps all ignored each other.
Can’t believe where the new year is off too! February already, but the good news is that Spring is around the corner, really looking forward to getting out there again and seeing all the new young things coming to life.
I think the pic above symbolises that time of year. The photo is of a mother Peahen and her chicks. I actually took the photo a couple of years ago now whilst my wife and I were on a wildlife outing in the caravan to Gigrin Farm in Mid Wales. The mother spent most days hanging around the caravan and didn’t seem to mind Rosie, our mini dachshund. That is until one day Rosie started to get inquisitive and walked in her direction. Mother hen soon put a stop to that and Rosie came hurtling back to the van and break neck speed, ears akimbo!
Oh well, gonna try and get some z’s now it is 1.30am and I am having trouble with the old insomnia again. It has never really left me and I put it down to my time as a musician during my early years. It’s funny if I stay up until I am ready to sleep, which is usually around 3.00am, I will start to feel guilty! Why? I don’t have to be anywhere special in the morning, so why can’t I stay up late?
And so the internal argument continues! Oh well…..same old, same old, as they say. 🙂