What's the buzz?

Despite all her efforts that spring, one of her hives had chosen to swarm, so Corbie had been tracking down the adventurous hive to see where they ended up, to recapture them and bring them back to a new hive. Luckily they hadn't gone very far just yet - she'd only reached the other side of the river before she came across the quietly buzzing ball of bees covering the fork of a tree branch. She set down the lidded bucket she'd been carrying. The handle rattled sharply as she set it down, the sound echoing quite a distance, but it didn't disturb the swarm any. At this point in their journey the bees would be pretty docile. She lay sphinx-like, head tilted, as she observed the swarm to see the best way to begin their capture.