My friend Chris and I recently rescued a wild swarm of honey bees from imminent dislocation and possible destruction due to the fact that they had made their home in a log that was slated for sawmilling. That I was even in the position to notice and do something about their plight is owing to the fact that when I'm not busy making square wood round (as a woodturner) I can be found making round wood (logs) square, as a sawyer. I enjoy this duality and make every effort to approach both arts with the care and respect I believe is due the natural materials they involve. I also respect the utterly indispensable role the honeybee plays as a critical pollinator, and it was my admiration for its yeoman efforts in keeping our ecosystem well, humming, that drove me to enlist the aid of Chris, who is as attuned to the lives and loves of the common honeybee as any 6'-5" American male has a right to be. Together we were able to separate the chunk of log they called home, trick them into thinking nothing had changed, and ultimately get them settled into a suitable frame box, at Chris' place. Considering my forklift and chainsaw featured prominently in the operation, it went surprisingly well; nary a sting received and, to all appearances, few if any bees "dislocated" by the not inconsiderable ruckus involved. The saw log, a little shorter but none the worse for wear, will fulfill its destiny, as will the bees, their fascinatingly complex little society preserved and lovingly cared for by one who "gets" them like no one else I know.