De Lün, nawnjegves mis Whevrel
Monday, 19th February
Dres nebes misyow hir na alja an bobel en Cookes ûsya an kist letherow ma. Post Riel? Thera en sür metêrnes trigys etto – gwenenen vetêrnes ha trevesigeth a wenen mel. War an diwedh gwithyas gwenen a dheuth. Benyn an post a wrüg dialwhedha an daras ha’n trevesigeth a veu kemerys dhe-ves. O an vetêrnes ena? Na wör anjei, bes heb metêrnes an gwenen erel a wra merwel. Dhe weres dhen gwenen sehys en hav, aval rapsys ha badna dowr ew pur dha.
For several long months the people in Cocks couldn’t use this letterbox. Royal Mail? There was certainly a queen living in it – a queen bee and a colony of honey bees. In the end a beekeeper came. A postwoman unlocked the door and the colony was taken out. Was the queen there? They do not know, but without a queen the other bees will die. To help the thirsty bees in summer, grated apple and a drop of water is very good.
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