I made a special trip to visit some bees today, my top bar hive at Litton Cheney, simply to inform them of an important event. It is a very ancient tradition or superstition that your bees should be told of any and all such events or they will feel left out and therefore leave you.
I’m not at all superstitious (touch wood!) but I am a traditionalist. I was a little concerned lest the bees might have succumbed to the extended winter but, at a temperature only a degree or so above freezing, I was pleased to see bees moving around as I peered into the smiling mouth of the entrance.
What did I have to tell them? That I am now a Grandfather!