The winter months are upon us. I wear two layers to walk Lucy. She wears her own winter coat (not just the one she's grown) and shivers when the wind blows.
But the bees? They are toasty warm in their tropically maintained box.
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The winter months are upon us. I wear two layers to walk Lucy. She wears her own winter coat (not just the one she's grown) and shivers when the wind blows.
But the bees? They are toasty warm in their tropically maintained box.
Read more