In the garden of a waterfront theatre not far from where I live, there is a little band of bees.
They've been there for years, and time and the elements have taken their toll. Their colours have faded a little and some of their wings have fallen off.
But they're still in better shape than many of the real bees, who are being killed by human greed.
Because now it's official, they are being poisoned by pesticides.
