sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
taken broken up to the mountain
True, Nathaniel visited others rarely, but he had never met anyone with quite so much enthusiasm for bees as this young woman. He raised an eyebrow as he peered down at her beaming face, and wondered if she was perhaps a little insane. What kind of sane person kept a vampire gourd for a pet, anyway?
At least she was happy about it.
"Hmm." Nate shifted so he was sitting at the edge of the roof, long legs hanging over, well down from where the swarm had made its temporary home. He would be able to speak more easily with the girl this way. From her words, he suspected she knew at least more than he did. He wasn't about to pretend he understood the social complexities of a colony.
"I've never seen chorus bees in a nest," he told her, thoughtful. "Usually, they're in the woods. You... have experience with this kind of thing? Moving bees? Any advice?" He had nothing to lose by asking. "They'll attack if you mess with them too much." And that would be far from pretty.
At least she was happy about it.
"Hmm." Nate shifted so he was sitting at the edge of the roof, long legs hanging over, well down from where the swarm had made its temporary home. He would be able to speak more easily with the girl this way. From her words, he suspected she knew at least more than he did. He wasn't about to pretend he understood the social complexities of a colony.
"I've never seen chorus bees in a nest," he told her, thoughtful. "Usually, they're in the woods. You... have experience with this kind of thing? Moving bees? Any advice?" He had nothing to lose by asking. "They'll attack if you mess with them too much." And that would be far from pretty.
