May be we are over thinking the bearding.
Could it be they just want a rest. I see two girls in the photo chatting.
Maybe the conversation went like this.
Mabel : OMG my legs are killing me. That last load of pollen nearly did my poor old legs a mischief.
Mary: I know, I know. My poor tongue is killing me. I don’t think I could got another drop of nectar today.
Mabel: Do you think they will miss us out here?
Mary: Nah. Queeny was in such a lather this morning. Poor attendants didn’t know whether they were coming or going.
Mabel: Oh I miss those teenage days when all we had to do was paste a flake of wax and one there.
Mary: I try not to think at all.
Mabel: But just think our next job is Guard that can’t be so bad.
Mary : I am just dreading it......what if I have to send someone on their way.
Mabel: Oh suck it up girl, think of the hive and not yourself. What about the big person sitting on the block of wood. Should we send him on his way.
Mary: He’s all right I see him here all the time. And we not guards yet so put that sting away.
Mabel: When do you think we should get back to work?
Mary: Well I am not leaving till all those slackers down there move.
Mabel: Good. Did I tell you about......................