If we call something the bees knees, what would be the bee equivalent? For that matter, what would be the cat equivalent of the cats pyjamas?
It appears that the worker bees in my hood have decided to have their very own Sunday session. Every day of the week. In my back garden:
Whatever the bee equivalent, it appears that the bees in my hood think that the Upland Cress I planted in the retro planter I freecycled with Mr and Mrs Rule Britannia, is just the bomb as a place to hang for afternoon/evening relaxation, where they go to hear the buzz on the street and check the other worker bees:
So…what do bats have in their belfry?
life at 1:1 scale 