Have you ever wondered what a honeybee does with her day? Below is a short story following the bees in a hive from morning to night. As you read the story, imagine what all the happy, little honeybees look like as they fly from flower to flower before returning home to their siblings.
Hive Life
The bee yard is cloaked in
stillness and silence. It is a slumbering baby peaceful and safe. The earth’s breath
exhales, and a whisper of a breeze blows through fragile pine needles scenting
the air. The trees keep a watchful gaze over the small, white towers resting
beneath them. They seem frozen in place as if anything more than the slightest
movement could break the spell. Even a drop of syrup, formed beneath the knob
of a pine tree, stays in place. The trees cast sleepy shadows on the uneven
ground covered in grass, pine cones, and aged pine needles, all wrapped in a
liquid dew blanket. Above, the sky is as
blue as a child’s bright eyes and
lightens with the promise of a beautiful day.
Under a canopy of pine
trees, the bee yard begins to stir. As the worker bees emerge from their cozy
homes, the cold chill of the morning air greets them. One bee, eager to begin
the day, approaches the edge of her small porch. The morning sun glints off her
fragile, transparent wings, as the shadows shift with the rising sun. The bee’s
bronze and deep brown, stripped body is covered in tiny hairs, which she combs
with her front legs as she stands preparing to take off. Her small head, with
her innocent chocolate brown eyes, shifts slightly as she takes in the sight of
her familiar home. She takes one step forward, and then pauses as if
drawing in a deep breath. Finally prepared, she lifts her wings, and rises into
the damp air. All around her, scouts from neighboring colonies join her in
flight.
As the sun lifts higher,
and the air begins to warm, scouts return home from their morning mission. They
fly near the entrances of their hives, and then circle as they check to verify
they have approached the correct tower. Moving closer, one scout comes within
an inch of the hive and hovers as though she is a helicopter the moment before
it lands. Soon, she lets herself drop the last inch, and she lands on the porch
of her home.
In
the hives surrounding her home, other scouts are mirroring her actions. Excited
to gather information, worker bees surround the scouts as they explain the
position of flowers through a dance. Soon, hundreds of bees line the porch
ready to begin their day. As the bees take off, the buzz in the air grows
louder. The world begins to vibrate with the beating wings of tiny workers.
They are filled with purpose as they speed off in search of the brilliant
blooms.
Upon
spotting a bright flower, a worker hovers for a moment before dropping onto the
soft pad of pollen. As she does, her tiny, fuzzy body becomes coated in the
powdered pollen. Using her front legs, she combs her hair carefully. Then, she
dispenses her findings into her pollen baskets. While on the same flower, she
lets her straw-like tongue make contact with the flower’s nectar and carefully
fills her belly with the sweet substance. Satisfied, she lifts off again and
takes a short flight to a nearby flower. Soon, the small bee is too full to
carry any more. Weighed down, she begins her flight home using the sun’s
position as a guide.
Back
at the hive, the nectar filled bee begins transferring her gatherings to a
waiting worker bee. The young bee is excited to taste the sugary, sweet liquid.
Beginning her instinctive job, she transforms the nectar into honey and carefully
packs it into the small, waiting hexagons. Beside her, hundreds of bees
carefully pick their way across the combs, completing various tasks.
Beneath
these vigorously working bees, in the first story of the hive, a host of female
workers surround one very important bee. The queen is pampered and fawned over.
Her doting daughters continuously surround her long, elegant body tending to
her every need. She is the center, which the hive surrounds, and the life giver
of all other workers. As the ruler takes confident, purposeful steps, her loyal
subjects keep a careful circle around her. They watch as she carefully lowers
her head into a nearby cell and uses her large, watchful eyes to inspect it.
Once she has decided the comb has been properly cleaned, the queen strides
across the cell and positions herself in front of it. Then, with great care,
she arches her body so the tip of her behind dips into the comb and lays an
egg. Stepping forward, she begins to inspect the next comb.
Later
on, as the vibrant colors of yellow, orange, and red smear the sky, the last of
the worker bees return home. As they make their final landing, they are greeted
by waiting nurse bees who groom them like affectionate mothers. Weighed down by
their precious loads, they quickly join their siblings within the hive to
finish packing in the day’s haul. As they travel throughout the hive, they hear
a comforting buzz and can smell their beloved queen. These small signs let them
know the hive is safe.
Outside
the hive, the world is settling down for the night. The fiery hues of the
evening fade into a sea of endless black as the luminous moon takes its place
in the sky. Milky white light slips off the moon and floats gently to the earth
giving the grass a peaceful glow. Within the grass, crickets begin their
lullaby taking the place of the subsiding buzz, and the rustle of leaves join
with harmony. The air is filled with cool moisture as if the twinkling stars
above are washing away the day. Filled with peace, the entire yard is a serene
escape untouched by human flaw. With a final gentle breeze, the earth says
goodnight, and the bees respond with a nearly silent buzz. The yard slowly
falls back asleep dreaming of the day to come.
