Worth a silver spoon

I forgot to mention last night, probably because it was too dark to see them, that our birdbox, which was previously inhabited by a pair of blue-tits, has now been adopted by a swarm of bees. I thought they were flies at first, and worried that something terrible had happened to the blue-tits; it may still have done, of course, but it's considerably less disquieting to have six bees hovering around the box than it is to have six flies.

I believe the done thing in this situation is to call one's friendly neighbourhood beekeeper and have them taken away, but actually I feel rather honoured by this visitation. (My mother feels similarly about the lizards that occasionally come into her garden. Less so about the slow worms that the cat brings into her house.)