04/06/2026
🎶🎵"There's a worm (swarm) at the bottom of your garden (and his name is Wiggly-Woo)". (Please note the musical theme)🎵🎶
Tamra Harrison, from Kingskettle, was at work when she received a call from her neighbour across the street, Lynn. "You know the swarm of honeybees that appeared in the village a few days ago and went into the home of Annie and Sanj, the lovely neighbours, down the street?" asked Lynn, before continuing, excitedly, "Well, they have only went and swarmed out again this afternoon and now theres a swarm at the bottom of your garden". "Are you kidding me, was the reply, as Tamra suddenly continued, "WAIT, the village defribblator box is at the bottom of my garden, if someone needs to access it they may get a bigger shock than they bargained for".
Being a Doctor, previously, Tamra is a lady who doesn't get ruffled. She is kind, calm and caring. She is also a lady who absolutely loves bees and all of nature. Tamra had begun reading our posts a year or two ago and thoroughly enjoyed when it came to swarm season. She loved hearing of the swarms, where they were discovered, where they ended up and she, herself, wished she could be involved with discovering a swarm, or seeing one close up. As a realist, Tamra never imagined it would happen, especially not now, with her house recently sold, a million things to do and the new owner moving in, a few days later.
Tamra went straight onto her local community group and advised the villagers to be aware the swarm had arrived, was safe with her, to just give the swarm space if anyone needed to access the defribblator box. She gave reassurance that everything was in hand, she knew who to contact. Next, she contacted us and we were there, within the hour.
Usually, we will get the bees into a small nucleus box, leave it in place and return late evening to collect the bees, when they are all in their beds. We never like to leave even one bee, behind. In this case, we made the decision to remain, with the bees. The box could have perched on the wall, or even squeezed just behind it, but it would have still been visible to anyone passing by. When a swarm is in an area with public traffic, we don't leave it unattended. Is a sign enough warning people a visible box contains bees? Its possibly more like a 'Wet Paint' sign, everyone wants to check if it's dry yet.
As we remained on site we chatted to lots of villagers, who were all very interested in why bees swarm. Someone suggested the bees had came from near Kettle Produce, another said someone keeps bees around half a mile away. A fellow beekeeper who read the post in the community group also appeared not long after we had arrived. He had a completely different theory as to where the bees had come from, originally and admitted he was a bit miffed he hadn't managed to lay claim on them. He was very, very nice, however and we all chatted bees, some more.
With passers by gone, over an hour or two, Tamra told us her life had completely changed direction. Tamra had been treated for breast cancer around 14 years ago and she tries to enjoy and embrace every new day by seeing the positives, ignoring the negatives and generally living her best life. We were astonished but really happy when she revealed that her career change meant that Tamra has now went on to become a jazz singer and is lead vocalist with 'Method In Our Jazzness'. They will be supporting the upcombing Grace Black 20 Year Anniversary Concert to celebrate and raise money for cancer Research at one of our favourite venues Leslie Town Hall (please consider buying tickets for this event).
A week after picking up the swarm, we are still in touch with Tamra, chatting on the phone. What a lovely woman. When she gets settled, we plan to visit her, at her new home in Glenrothes. But who is the hero of the story and up until now haven't had much of a mention? Annie and husband Sang, that's who. When the swarm entered their property, they made the decision to co-exist with the bees. Calling pest control was the last thing they were ever going to do. Sanj returned home as we were picking up the bees, he came along to chat and see them off. He said it's not every day you come home to find thousands of squatters have moved into your property, but he was happy that they had chosen his house. A little bit sad to see them go, Sanj took pleasure knowing that the bees would have their own home, in the countryside, near kirkcaldy, at a quarantine apiary with an abundance of forage surrounding them.
We drove off waving and sung a jazz jazz song all the way home.....
ALL THAT JAZZ
"Come on babe why don't we paint the town? (Hip wiggle and throws out arms)
And all that jazz"
I'm gonna rogue my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz"
Sounds great but no thanks, don't try to distract us with nonsense, it's swarm season and we're not rolling our stockings down anywhere, or rouging our knees for that matter (whatever that is). We're getting into our bee suits, awaiting our next swarm call. Can we postpone painting the town until September? 🎵🎶✨🤣
*If you are the man who has just moved into your new bungalow, in Kingskettle and are curious as to why you have a large circular bald patch in one of your bushes, now you know!
Many thanks to Sanj, wife Annie, observant neighbour Lynn, who allowed us to borrow her garden tools to chop away at the holly bush and of course, to the star of the show, the lovelyTamra Harrison.
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