HUNTING BEES 
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lies in the relaxation of it. There is no hurry and 
no worry as one sits in the sun by a fence post with 
head tilted back and eyes following the widening 
circles of a bee, marking its location before the final 
straight, swift homeward dart. The line may not 
be discerned on the first bee’s departure, but it does 
not matter. There is plenty of time and other bees 
will come and in their turn go. 
Then there is one’s lunch to be eaten in the shade 
of some grand old pasture oak and—of course — 
before nightfall a bee tree to be found and marked. 
