wildwestwind: Bee Pollen Catcher

Michael's Fáilte

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Friday, April 2, 2010

Bee Pollen Catcher

My bee friend called this morning asking for pollen. I togged up with da kine hat&veil over long sleeved shirt, trousers tucked in socks, long gloves. Interrupted a flurry of foragers when I took out the wedge holding open the pollen catcher door. Jiggled the drawer back in place. Shut the door and stood back a ways to see how they took to our second installment. We collected so much pollen our first attempt, two weeks back, that we left the drawer out until we finished off what we had. Turns out I'm sensitive to it...trying to figure out why...mango going off? I'm allergic to mango sap. Maybe that's it.

Wind's calmed down a bit yesterday and today after a week of what my wife calls a punishing wind. True enough, leaves are shredded in the path of the trade wind. Some big palms' new fronds have snapped. Branch down on the driveway. Ironwood tree fallen onto hau. We're due for more wind plus rain next week.