Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Some may believe that Cecca and Jarrod never left the states and spent their vacation in a tanning shop. These doubters should quickly check the beach at Rocky Bay for evidence of their visit here. (Shadow profiles have a specificity and reliability for identification similar to fingerprints and can validate claims of a beach visit.)
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
After the bee team prepared the way, Leslie put on her bee hat, grabbed her bee brush, and climbed on top of the backhoe bucket. While the bees flew in clouds around her and the team shook the tree violently, she calmly caught the falling bees and swept others from the branch into her garbage can. They were held captive under its lid until she and Bill poured them into a new hive. Swarming bees can not sting, but these bees held a powerful grudge against the bee broom and attacked it with powerless malice.
We returned to Manjack and our settled life, but the quiet routine was interrupted when a swarm of bees mounded up on the branch of a tall Poisonwood tree near the garden. The bee rescue team quickly went to work. Vinnie stood on the top of the back hoe bucket with a chain saw to top the tree which blocked access to the bees. Bill sat in the back hoe cab and ran the bucket, but stuck on the other side of the trees and underbrush with the loud howl of the motor, he worked blind and deaf. David, stood between Vinnie and Bill to signal complicated bucket maneuvers. It all worked and an official photographer documented the event.
Then, around the edge of the beach, a figure emerges. He is grinning widely, holding driftwood in his hands and hauling a pound of sea beans in his pockets.. It has been a very good trip to the beach. The weary explorers pull the dingy into the water and take their loot back to the boat.
There was a shark in the north bay, several rays along the shore, and conch in the shallows. Early in their visit, Cecca and Jarrod had eaten conch for lunch in Green Turtle Cay. Now they have a strange creature leaning out of its shell to look at them, making its slimy self even less appetizing. The Sea Stars were huge and also safe from our dinner menu.
Time seems to speed up and we walk in the morning, learn new skills in the afternoon, and celebrate in the evenings. We share birthdays and anniversaries, arrivals and goodbyes. There is always something that calls us down to a fire on the beach as the night comes.