Sunday, May 8, 2011

Day #208 Sherlock Holmes

A week or so ago I picked up a copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I’d read it, of course, decades ago, but I wanted to revisit some favorite stories, particularly “The Speckled Band” and “The Red-Headed League.”

Sherlock was always remonstrating about poor Watson’s inability to observe what he was seeing. He could just as well have been talking about me. Occasionally I’ve seen a whole flock of bees hovering right outside the entrance to the hive, but because I didn’t know what I was looking at, I was as much in the dark as good old Watson. I thought they were just coming and going the way bees do.

Now, however, I’ve graduated to Sherlock-status. When a brand new baby bee emerges from its cell, the first thing it does, as I’ve mentioned before, is to turn around and clean out that cell. Once her little wings are dry, though (and this is that vital piece of information I didn’t have before), she heads for the front door, flies for the very first time, but only goes out a foot or two where she reverses course and checks out just where her home is. It takes her a while to orient herself completely, and during that time (along with all her sister babies who emerged the same time as she did) she flies back and forth, back and forth, looking at the hive, the setting, any nearby landmarks.

Once she knows indelibly where she belongs, she returns to the hive and takes up her function as a cleaning bee.

Elementary, my dear.

BEEattitude for Day # 208:
       Blessed are those who observe what they’re seeing, for they shall be filled with insight.

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Gigi Pandian said...

What a lovely, and apt, comparison :)

Fran Stewart said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it,Gigi.

Sometimes I get downright lyrical where these bees are concerned.

The same way you do with gargoyles!