Frodi was lying on his side batting something with his front paw.
“What’s that you’ve got Frodi?” I asked
“A very small squeaky toy” said Frodi “I’m sure these were bigger when I was a pup”
“Bzzz” said the very small squeaky toy
“Oh Frodi! Poor Bee” I said “Let me get a glass, post card, gardening gloves and veil”
Frodi was now lying nose-to-nose with the bee. I carefully captured the Bee . We released him amongst the raspberry bushes which are just starting to flower.
“That’s amazing” said Kato
“Should have been a bee keeper ?” I said hanging my bee-proof jacket back up and taking off my wellies.
“People still send postcards!!”
Last year we had hardly any bees. I took to trying to lure them from the bottom of the garden and show them the lovely pollen-fest that awaited them on my skanky tomato plants. This year we have loads. I think they like the netted raspberry bushes, holes big enough for Bees to get through but not Birds or Border Collies. I’ve even put a few brightly coloured pansies around leading to the vegetable patch.