The sky above the old hollow oak didn't just turn dark; it began to hum.
Suddenly, a high-pitched "piping" sound vibrated through the cluster—the signal to prepare. The bees began to warm their flight muscles, their collective temperature rising until the air around the branch shimmered. Bee Swarm
The swarm first settled on a low-hanging branch of a peach tree, knitting themselves together into a massive, pulsing beard of bees. At the center, protected by a living wall of workers, sat the Queen. Outside, the world was a dangerous place. A sudden rain could chill the cluster; a predator could tear through their ranks. The sky above the old hollow oak didn't
danced for a hole in a red brick wall, vibrating with high-intensity energy. it began to hum. Suddenly
