15/05/2025
Don’t Panic, It’s Just a Swarm
by not-quite-Brian and nearly-Pam
A cloud of bees is up above!
They’re swirling, buzzing – a thing to love
“Oh no,” you cry, “they’re after me!”
Relax, it’s just democracy.
They’re not a threat, not on the make,
They’re simply looking for a stake.
A quiet place to work and live
Where Queen and workers all can thrive.
They’ve left their old home, all abuzz,
To start again as each swarm does.
No need to run or scream or swat,
They're at their calmest, sting you not.
So, if they land upon your gate,
Or cluster on your garden plate,
Don’t call the pest man — that’s not fair
Call the BBKA and we’ll be right there.
We’ll send a beekeeper, swift and sweet,
To give them somewhere safe to meet.
(But not if they’re behind your wall —
That’s not a job for us at all.)
So next time bees make quite a show,
Just take a breath and let us know.
For swarms are beauty on the wing.
A moving house. A gentle thing.