He: “We have visitors!”
Me: Puzzled silence.
“They’ve brought their luggage and moved in!” He continued quickly.
Me: “Wow!” Penny dropping. “A swarm. Which box?”
“They were very loud. It was like an airplane directly over my head.” He said excitedly ignoring my question.
“I looked up and there was a massive amount of bees coming for me. I thought they were going to attack me. I thought I was going to be the end of me
His mother had kept bees and up to 20 years ago his brother had keep beehives in the exact south-facing, but very exposed spot on the same long concrete stand, that this hive now occupied. Despite his life-long proximity to bees and beehives my dear patron had never before seen a swarm. He was absolutely thrilled to have witnessed one (once he knew he wasn’t going to die there and then), and on his land, and in ‘our’ hive. This is one of the many joys of beekeeping, that I could in some small way facilitate this once-in a lifetime experience of an elderly man and share his excitement and delight at our new squatters.
Short video of a swarm of bees going to a bait hive (not same have as above)