A Temple For Bees

My turn with the donkeys this afternoon.  

I had a couple of emails telling me that Urmel wasn't well and I had to take special care of him.  He has to wear a kind of muzzle thing that stops him eating everything that he can find.  He was quite pleased when I took it off when I served up dinner.  Not quite so pleased when I put it back on when everyone had been fed and watered.  Hopefully I did all the right things.

The exciting bit of the donkey work started when I left the house.  It started to rain.  I don't mind a bit of rain.  And the rain noticed it was me out of the house and proceeded to pour and did not stop.  Despite my Barbour jacket  I got absolutely soaked.  Trousers from above the knees to my feet - soaked, socks - soaked, my fleece and t-shirt under my jacket - soaked.

I got home after all my labours, and G thought the best way to show understanding and empathy wasn't to go get a towel for me.  It was to laugh and to take a picture of me.  I looked the very definition of bedraggled.

I'm not sure how the bee-temple thing works but it's huge, over 30 feet high.  You could get a lot of bees in there.