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FEEDING THE BEES

With all the gardening and farming, Mack McCrary, thought we had a
good location for placing some bee hives. It proved not as good as he
thought, so he didn’t leave them there but about a year. He had to
feed them to help them survive. Part of the agreement was that I
would be given a hive. On one of his trips down from Fargo to feed
them he and Bluma stopped by the house to see if I wanted to go with
them. I jumped at the chance. I knew bees collected material to make
honey and they would sting, not necessarily in that order. This was
at night, and bees can get a bit upset when disturbed at night. Sure
enough some began to fly around with a real threat in the sound of
the wings. I was standing close to Mack’s jeep, while turning to duck
I hit the back of the jeep, and said to Bluma that ”1 almost turned
the jeep over.” They both got a chuckle out of that. Soon after this
event they moved the bees to a better location. They moved them near
the state line in a field of Russell Carter's. In that area there
just weren't enough flowering plants to provide sufficient pollen and
nectar for them to survive. Later I did get my hive of bees. This
lead to very interesting events over the next several years.

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