It was a temperate day, so I set up to do some outdoor maintenance. The plan was to wash down a window frame and paint it. I grab my (new!) phone, set up a podcast, slip the earplugs in, grab a broom and start dusting.
Over the podcast, I could hear something... buzzing.
Loud buzzing.
Lots of loud buzzing.
So I turned around, looked behind me, then quickly and quietly stepped back in the door and shut it behind me.
Here is the view through the window:
And the next window:
For some unfathomable reason, the bees had some sort of obsession with that corner of the house. I'm wondering if a migrating queen has crawled into a crack somewhere. At one stage, bees were appearing inside the window. Not sure how they were doing it, but the house is moderately old (built in the mid-1970s); there are lots of gaps and movement.
It's all quiet out there now, we'll just have to see if they reappear in the morning.