Walking along the golden wheat fields, passing by cows and calves, listening to crickets and frogs, watching storks and folks - my summer promenades normally continue at a galloping pace.
But my legs get cautious as soon as I locate a little hut with colorful mailboxes. It has become a fun game for me to spot them. At first glance, I thought it was a P.O. Box for farmers and shepherds working away from home during the busy summers...
Those huts, or sometimes little carriage wagons, come with a dozen painted, narrow rectangular doors. I found one at a corner of an apple orchard and another one at the edge of a forest.
By the time I encountered one behind an old barn, I finally had a chance to sneak up to take a photo:
From a closer distance, I noticed that those colorful mailboxes had some black spots. Another step closer and I was able to see that those dark dots were shaking and multiplying.
With a hesitating heavy step, I could clearly hear the buzzing bees. It was a house of honey bees! I guess the vivid paints are there to guide the bees (or to warn people), but not to lure a nosy Newly Swissed like me!
Now I was able to picture where my generous neighbor, Mr. Hermann, has his honey pots filled. In December, he gives a golden jar to every neighbor as a Christmas gift.
Early this spring, he asked us whether we had seen any of his runaway bees. A month later, Dimitri noticed a bee-infested bush and reported it to Mr. Hermann. Without hesitation, our neighbor approached the black knoll in his his regular street wear, took a close look and called the bumblebees Italian bees - a special kind which only belongs to him and one other beekeeper in the area.
To take them back where they belong, Mr. Hermann finally put on protective clothing and gloves. He then grabbed a shoebox-size wooden cage and wildly shook the bush against the cage, catching a bunch of falling bees. Once the queen bee falls into the cage, all the other honey bees will eventually follow and stay with her. At night, the runaways would be ready to go home with Mr. Hermann - by car!
If he finds a still empty cage several hours later, he would shake a different part of the bush to capture the Lady, he told me with a laugh. I also asked him to see his beehive someday: Now I cannot wait to look into those colored mailboxes!
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