In the bee yard, my two colonies of honey bees were flying about, looking for forage. Our recent sub zero spell had put the kibosh on flower blossoms, so I offered the bees a sugar picnic. They were delighted!
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| On a very mild November day, my honey bees were flying about. |
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| They happily lap up moistened sugar from their custom made picnic table. |
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| Red squirrel, Timmy, wisely dries his apples before storing them. |
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| A picnic meal of roast chicken, ham, chicken broth and cat kibble. |
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| Feral Ginger Tom rewards me with a half smile. High praise coming from him! |
