ππ Be Kind to the Bees ππ
When you come across a swarm of bees clustered on a branch, a fence, or even the corner of a wallβpause before fear sets in. π These bees are not attacking, they are traveling. What you see is a colony resting together, protecting their queen as they search for a new home. π‘β¨
They are exhausted wanderers, wings worn from miles of flight. In these moments, they ask for nothing but time and space. Within 24β48 hours, theyβll rise again like a golden cloud, moving on in perfect harmony. π―π
πΏ Want to help? Place a shallow dish of water mixed with a little sugar nearby. Watch as the weary bees slowly gather their strengthβtiny bodies dipping into the sweetness, wings trembling back to life. It is a quiet reminder of resilience, cooperation, and survival. ππΈ
Bees are not pests. They are life-bringers. π Without them, our fields would be bare, our plates nearly empty, and the beauty of wildflowers would fade away. They pollinate one-third of the food we eat, carrying the weight of ecosystems on fragile wings.
π So, when you see themβprotect them. Give them space, show them kindness, and remember: their survival is tied to our own. If the bees disappear, so too will our future. πΌβ€οΈ