one: 50 bottles in wadi gafar

We folks dat’s frum de kuntry may be behin’ de sun—/ We don’t like city eatin’s, wid beefsteaks dat ain’ done—/ ’Dough mutton chops is splendid, an’ dem veal cutlits fine,/ To me ’tain’t like a sphar-rib, or gret big chunk ub chine.
Hog Meat, Daniel Webster Davis

Outside the bee enclosures, a mostly empty can of tuna is bait for the red bees, and the rocks around are splashed over with glue that traps them. Nearby, a tap drips constantly over a wall now covered with moss, and the bees fly around lazily, quenching their thirst. The housing itself consists of hollow date palm trunks that shelter the bees – and their hives. The ends are plugged with a mixture of ash and stone, with a little opening for the bees. The insects are smoked out when the hives are collected for the honey they hold.

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