An older bee-veil shakes the  abeille  off the branch into a basket, though actually most of them miss and fall to the  sol . Fall towards that  sol , that is, swinging up at the last moment with a clumped agility that seems to belie the swarm's compound nature... then up over the roof tops. At the edge of your eye-resolution, they pause to  forme  into a complex flat-shape, dots of ink on a rough  page .     Les ruches étaient pleines de leur miel clair. James Hive-Maker n'avait jamais récolté aussi tôt que cette année-là. Les colonies étaient si surpeuplées que, chaque jour, un nouvel essaim se formait.