Bree has dysentery...and it's bad. There is not a clear spot in the snow in about a five foot radius in front of the hive. There is poop on the sides and on top. And there were still bees at the upper entrance to the hive at about 6 p.m.--in the dark and the 36 degree cold.
She needs good, warmish weather for the next few days...and lots of happy thoughts sent her way.
(And the photo looks better than things did last night...)