First I saw a dense cloud of insects — termites, I assumed. But the intense buzzing alerted me to look more closely. They were bees, swarming about the top of a young pittosporum tree.
Having had trouble with bees making their hive too close to a doorway before, I was anxious to see where they were going to settle.
Then I spotted the dark shape at the heart of the Autumnalis shrub rose next to the tree. I had been on my hands and knees, weeding right there, only yesterday.
I hoped this wasn’t a permanent choice of abode.
But I know little about bees. Next day they were further down the yard, in a seething mass on the grass below the lemon-scented ti-tree.
Later that same day, as I planted out calamint seedlings, over the crackle of Radio National on my tiny transistor radio I heard an odd noise. A plane? I turned the radio off. No, bees, on the move again.
They seemed to be searching for a new place to land, and heading my way.
As I didn’t want to caught up in this, I decided it was lunchtime and fair leapt up the steps to the safety of indoors.
I have yet to find where the next squat is located.