The drama of the hour chez nous this morning? Honeybees. Over the last 24 hours
a swarm has taken up residence in our back yard, attaching itself to the bottom of the kids' trampoline, to the perplexity, as you'll see nearby, of our poodle, Crusoe, and, most recently, engulfing several branches of an oleander bush about a dozen feet off
the ground, where the swarm now remains, as witness the other photo.
The attitude of my three fine teenaged sons? "Well, Dad, just what exactly do you intend to do about this?" Dad, who awoke this morning with the general attitude that the day ought to be devoted to celebrating his birthday, and not to warding off the incursions of an indifferent Nature, has yet to figure it out.
I'll keep you posted.