On a spring day, Buttercup keeps her eggs warm. Hens have such fiery eyes, they should be grade school teachers. With such eyes glaring at them, no child would dare misbehave. When you are a mother-to-be, safeguarding a clutch of eggs, you need to be able to stare down any threat. For the three weeks they sit patiently on their eggs, I wonder what hens think about all day long.

As Buttercup patiently sits, the pears are in bloom. Before their blossoms open, they look like fluffy popcorn. When pear blossoms open, they spread their dark pink stamen as wide as possible. Against their white petals, the stamen must tell the bees that there is lots of pollen for them.