Whenever we walk down Horseshoe Lake road, when we get back to the car, Skye likes to sniff around the grassy parking area. She’s a stubborn dog and will not be rushed, so yesterday while Joan and I were waiting for her to thoroughly check out the smells, we sat down on the concrete parking barriers. As we sat there, I thought I heard a hum in the air, and started to look around for the source.
The sound was made by hundreds of bees zooming around a nearby willow tree that was filled with large pussy willows. This was a surprise, because I had assumed it was way to early for seeing (or hearing) bees. The grasses are still brown and there are no flowers to be seen. I guess it is a good strategy for the willows to be the only game in town. The bees sure seemed happy about it.
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