The Spanish Beekeeper: Bee Aptitude and Attitude

Transgenics: With Franco They Sucked Better Or Einstein's Chewing Gum

Time has passed since my last entry in which I specifically commented and questioned the reasons for the disappearance of the swarms of our hives with no apparent cause to justify it, and without finding any weapon of the crime, or corpses, perhaps plastered, hard or perhaps soft and smelly bodies lying, of our dear partners.

On September 3, dawn, coming from Bilbao (Spain), landed in Brazil, Brigadeiro Lysias Rodrigues de Palmas, Tocantins airport.

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During the 2 months rest in Polientes-Valderredible (Cantabria), Spain, I have had time to visit and bike some of the places and landscapes that a few years ago kept the swarms of my apiary Of mine and the other dozens of apiaries that could be seen or divined everywhere. On more than one occasion in my early years, during some excursion in the Cantabrian hills of the Ebro valley, appearing behind the thick veil of broom bushes, I had to retrace my steps not to stand in the midst of an apiary and suffer the stinging wrath of their guardians.

But those were other times, which my grandparents said and sure yours too. I refer to the years of the Franco dictatorship, an appointment due to the meridian dimension that makes the time in which the rustic and rural, as well as rancid, ran at its widest throughout the Spanish countryside and cities, that not only football stadiums.

In that distant and sad stage of the history of Spain, our fields, rivers, mountains, crops, fauna, etc., etc., existed and made us live naturally, rustic and, especially in the holiday periods, when we returned to the village on vacation, rural, very rural.

What slices of loaf bread covered cream and honey Grandma Maria prepared me !. At that time, I remember how, unpretentiously, as we crossed the wheat fields when we returned from bathing in the river Ebro, we ripped the ears of wheat to make gum with its grains. In the patatal, we would strip some of the potatoes out of their land to make us some tortillas or some apples from the trees.

Everything was natural, fruits, especially apples, came with their worms, the cupboards occasionally covered some moths, the woodworm ran through the furniture, the fields were fertilized with me it is clear that this practice continues to be maintained - although now they are also sprayed with chemicals (transgenic) that we already know the effects they produce in the waters and the ecosystem in general, included in our beloved and necessary bees -. But those times, if things do not change and man becomes more responsible with his way of understanding existence, they remain for the memory. To see who is the brave who now risks putting in the mouth anything that produces the earth without first rub it with ajax. The same thing happens with animals and their products.

To recapitulate everything written, we could transfer the example of the bees to us as a species, human beings, and imagine that if habitually our children make chewing gum with wheat grains, to give a rather puerile example, and this activity did every day, hour after hour, flower after flower, thousands of times, as many as flowers or grains exist in the fields, we would surely be speaking of the end of mankind, an end so sure that if the bees continue to disappear by the art of transgenic magic, the prophecy that Albert Einstein did in his day will be fulfilled.

This experience occurred to me when I was invited to visit the settlement of Beekeepers of Taquaruçu to know the place and give a short speech about the importance of beekeeping and its importance as a preservation of the environment and ultimately of life in the earth.

The first thing that struck me was the location and layout of the beehives that were located far away from each other. Also curious were the smokers who carried the beekeepers and were of a size that forced to use both hands to handle it, they seemed smokers for swarms of bees the size of a partridge, making it necessary to involve 2 people to carry out any operation, one smoked while the other operated, which on the other hand could be summed up in removing the herbs that surrounded the hives and continually grew threatening to cover the piqueras.

I opened some of the hives and the condition of the pictures and the wax was perfect. I did a quick review and noticed that the bees were moving on the backs of the pictures quickly, next to me was the smoker's partner blowing the bellows rhythmically, providing some nefarious reaction. Eventually everything proceeded as planned, with no mishap to regret. To my taste were swarms of Africanized bees fairly Europeanized, nothing to do with what is told by popular mythology and appears frequently in Brazilian newspapers. Although they were very nervous and quick when I opened the hives, they did not present any problems or aggressive reactions when I checked the pictures.

In fact it is rumorology, together with the torrid tropical climate and the lack of adequate rural infrastructure, as well as agricultural and apicultural laws that define the facilities of apiaries, delimiting the distances, the number of hives, etc., etc. .

So, as a beekeeper, I need and want to transmit my knowledge to anyone who needs them.