Lambkins.

This was Blipped nine days ago on an outing to the apiary to preempt a possible lock-down for the Corvid-19 virus. The plan was to select my three most valuable colonies and prepare them for installation in the garden. The argument goes that, if the authorities enforce a ban on travel that may, or may not, last until next winter, then I will not lose all of my seven colonies of bees. Three is pushing the boundaries a little but, subsequent developments suggest that it was a wise insurance policy. Our next-door-neighbours will not be allowed to look after their young grand children so one source of conflict has already been removed.
 
A few days later, it transpires that the official DEFRA guidelines are that all livestock, including pets, should be cared for as normal – as long as other regulations, such as social distancing, are observed. That gives me the authority to avoid time wasting activity of talking to each passer-by about the finer points of bee keeping. The big problem today was that the ewes in the field don’t know about such measures and stopped by to chat or, at least, see if I happened to have some tasty snacks secreted about my person. Meanwhile, the offspring paused briefly in their gambolling to pose nicely by the old tree.
 
Tomorrow, I plan to bring the selected bees home; it will be nice to see some back in the garden.