A Dramatic Arrival

After a blessedly uneventful 10 hours of driving, Becca and I arrived just behind Paul and the bees. It was a gorgeous evening-- what photographers and movie directors call 'magic hour.' Our realtor, Rand, was there, snapping photos of Paul-- already in his bee suit! Hmmm... didn't take long to see that a renegade bunch had escaped and were clustered on the outside of the larger of the two hives. I stepped out of the car and suited up.

After some heaving and hoving, they were in their new home, safe and sound.

One van arrived later and unloaded. I stayed at the house and Paul drove Becca and her U-Haul of stuff home to Winlaw. I knew he'd stayed to help her and her hubby Dean unload (he's just like that) when he didn't get home until past midnight. Then he headed out to the beeyard to secure the two hives, as we'd heard from the neighbour that two bear cubs were sighted on our back porch just the day before. Yikes. Long day for all of us, but Paul especially.

Here we are on the doorstep of our new home!

The cat, meanwhile, still had the same glum look on his face 16 hours previously when we'd stuffed him into the cat carrier. He was cowering on the top shelf in a bedroom closet, and wouldn't come down to eat or drink. But more about him later...