"I thought bees were attracted to flowers by sight and smell," I said.
You're doing this so the bees will be more interested in certain flowers?
Above her, bees buzzed around the aromatic apple blossoms.
If we narrow it down to the US, the most people are killed by bees and wasps.
These were removed to Paris, and when Napoleon was crowned emperor a century and a half later he chose Childeric's bees for the decoration of his coronation mantle.
Aristaeus was essentially a benevolent deity; he was worshipped as the first who introduced the cultivation of bees (Virgil, Georg.
Bees carry the spores of Scierotinia as they do the pollen of the bilberries, and flies convey the conidia of ergot from grain to grain.
The chief points in the life-history of Stylops and Xenos, which are parasitic on certain bees (Andrena) and wasps (Polistes), have been investigated by K.
EDMUND GRINDAL (c. 1519-1583), successively bishop of London, archbishop of York and archbishop of Canterbury, born about 1519, was son of William Grindal, a farmer of Hensingham, in the parish of St Bees, Cumberland.
Bees feed on honey and pollen.
The bees were buzzing among the flowers.
He remembered that he had seen many bees flying among these flowers and gathering honey from them.
The next moment two bees flew eagerly in.
Not one of the bees so much as looked at those in her left hand.
"O Queen of Sheba, the bees have given you my answer," then said Solomon.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
Her father wrote to her last summer that the birds and bees were eating all his grapes.
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke the tender limbs.
It seemed by the distant hum as if somebody's bees had swarmed, and that the neighbors, according to Virgil's advice, by a faint tintinnabulum upon the most sonorous of their domestic utensils, were endeavoring to call them down into the hive again.
On that third of March, all the rooms in the English Club were filled with a hum of conversation, like the hum of bees swarming in springtime.
The bees circle round a queenless hive in the hot beams of the midday sun as gaily as around the living hives; from a distance it smells of honey like the others, and bees fly in and out in the same way.
In and out of the hive long black robber bees smeared with honey fly timidly and shiftily.
Formerly only bees laden with honey flew into the hive, and they flew out empty; now they fly out laden.
Here and there a couple of bees, by force of habit and custom cleaning out the brood cells, with efforts beyond their strength laboriously drag away a dead bee or bumblebee without knowing why they do it.
In another corner two old bees are languidly fighting, or cleaning themselves, or feeding one another, without themselves knowing whether they do it with friendly or hostile intent.