“It was an old custom to knock on the hive and then turn it around three times and tell the inhabitants of great events in the family, of births, marriages, deaths, and leave-takings…Bees Virginia judged to be eerily intelligent insects, and if sharing the news of the family would keep them from deserting the hive, then so be it.”
Well, I have told the bees that we will be moving soon. I let the water run out in the bird baths, am slow to fill the Oriole feeder and no longer put out oranges.
Not knowing what the new owners will respect, it seemed prudent to lessen our animal dependence.
Still, we did have an uninvited family of weasels under our back porch; last week with my morning coffee just poured one came in from the back porch through the dining room and disappeared. No, I did not leave any doors open, my feeling is that like the bats in our house, if they can find their way in, then they can find their way out. But, my sister was visiting and still abed on an air mattress on the floor. Christopher said to me don’t tell your sister. I didn’t.
The next night a mink walked through the back garden. Yes, we will miss all of our animal encounters. But, with the big wind turbine being built across the road, the foundations of our century home shook and they are just putting in an access road.
So, it is a good time to move on. New adventures await.