Ballu

Personality

Ballu stands with wings spread wide like a small magenta lighthouse — gentle, unhurried, firmly convinced that everyone who passes by deserves a warm hello. Between greetings he hums quietly to himself, a little private melody, and lives on sunny meadows where the grass tickles his belly. He loves it when a bee comes by and tickles him. He likes to fly from meadow to meadow, over the forests. Loves spring and autumn.

Core traits

Where they live

• waist-high grass full of clover and cornflower
• twelve white bee boxes lined along the southern fence
• a single crooked apple tree he uses as a launch perch
• warm thermals rising off the slope by midmorning

What they eat

• drips of fresh honey from the uncapping knife
• broken bits of beeswax comb
• spilled sugar-water from the feeder trays
• pollen dust caught on his belly fluff
• warm propolis crumbs from the hive frames