A Buzzy tail

The coutry side here is awash with fires started by the locals to burn off the dry grass and promote some new growth for their cows,goats and sheep.

The air is dense in smoke some days as the lack of wind and heavy atmosphere contributes to the fog like conditions some days.The insects are slowly being driven away at last and you dont get eaten all the time.

As a reult the local Bee populations thinks our comtainers are the place to be a continuing onslaught by me into there destruction of them has I thought seen a drastic culling of there numbers.But als weong again bigger and more angry seem to be the latest swarms determined to avenge the fate of those who have gone to Bee heaven.

The latest incursion came on Friday.So armed with the trusty muty we use to send them on the way I proceeded to remove them from their place of temperary residence and was winning the battle.

 Then I spotted another incursion further in the container which unfortunately for muggins required me to climb over a few crates with my tusty knap sack.All was going well till my retreat and a few of the more pissed off litle fuckers decided I was fair game and kamikasied my person as I was climbing out .Death and glory is a Bees moto bit like a towel head on a bombing mission to catch a few virgins in the after life.

So the result for me was not that great. Back of head and one strategically placed war head just under the eye so have been vey one eyed for the last day or so although I can see out of it now which is a good thing.

Looks like I have caught up to Dan and developing a bit of an alergy to the old Bee and will need to be a bit more proactive to protect myself in my continuing war of eradication.