darn cross pollinating honeybees

Started by Understudy, December 06, 2006, 10:34:03 PM

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Understudy

Well the farmers in California are having a small problem. They want to grow seedless oranges and these darn honeybees keep cross pollinating there crops with pollen that causes the oranges to have seeds. So do wemove the beesno, Let's move the whole orchard.

And declare a no fly zone.

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/business/4382542.html


Sincerely,
Brendhan
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Cindi

Oh brother, get with the program, so what on earth is wrong with a few little seeds?  Progress.  Well, so much for that.  Great day. Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service

_Brenda_

How do they think they'll keep the wild bees, and any other pollinating insect, away?
Brenda

KONASDAD

The most amazing thing about this issue is the biggest mandarin farmer in Cal. who wants seedless madarins is also one of the biggest almond growers. Guess what; he wants almond pollination. He even has both crops on the same plots of land. Talk about wanting and eating cake! A few seeds never killed anyone. They are claiming that the value of the mandarins w/ seeds is significantly lower than the seedless.
"The more complex the Mind, the Greater the need for the simplicity of Play".

Cindi

I guess the humans are just becoming too darn lazy, all there is to it.  Great day.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service