She went back to her box, picked it up and can and then carried it slowly up to the swarm.
And she started speaking in a low voice. It was almost like singing. Her hands were bare, yet the rest of her body was covered in white. I did not understand this, because I though that the one place which the bees would sting her would be on her hands. The barrage of questions rushed back into my mind:
“Are they wild bees – or domesticated bees?”
“How many times have you done this before?”
“What was the most dangerous bee catching job you did?”
“How many hives do you have back in your home?”
“How long have you been keeping bees?”
But I never asked her any of the questions because she was too concentrated in talking to the bees!