One of the most intriguing things that I have learnt about bees is the unexplainable magic of drone congregation areas. Why magic? On lazy-hazy sunny days, year after year, genration after generation, drones will congregate in particular areas to wait for any passing queens that need mating. Yet how do the drones know where these areas are when when old drones are kicked out of the hives in Autumn and a new generation of drones only reappear the next year when the queen starts laying new drones in the Spring?
Drones being pushed out of the hive in Autumn
Geographic knowledge passed on from one generation of drones to the next without direct communication – as if by magic! Perhaps the same magic that birds use generation-after-generation to migrate from one part of the world to another?