The New Bees Arrive!

The new nuc of bees arrived last week and they are all in organized, frenetic and purposeful movement around our property.  I can see that they’ve done a good job of cleaning house by the pile of debris just outside of the deeps.  We’ve one super on right now, but that’s just so that we can feed them their simple syrup so they can have an easier adjustment period.  Both Joe, the bee guy, and I are crossing our fingers that we get honey this fall!

Opening The Nuc
Opening the nuc
Ready To Begin
Ready to begin
Smoking So The Bees Stay Calm
Smoking so that the bees stay calmer.

When Joe was done transferring the frames, five in all, there were still bees  blanketing the inside of the box and the lid.  He turned both over and gave each a sharp rap.  The bees all fell off and then like sifting grains of sand, disappeared into the deeps.  They are such fascinating creatures.

In They Go
In they go!
Putting In  New Frames
Putting in the new frames (notice the box lid on the right covered in bees)
Old Frame Where Previous Hive Died
The old frame where the previous have died.
FramesToTheChickens
The old frames go to the chickens (PS- they ate them right up!)

Annie

Think mountains of honey!  Maybe even enough to sell so that we can share our liquid gold!

Keeping Bees in Maine – Put to bed for the winter

Our two hives struggled this summer with a swarm, mites and robbing each other of honey, yet they still managed in their first summer to draw comb for two hives, both with two deeps (the lower boxes) and one super (the upper box.)  While we were able to harvest only a disappointing pint… total, it was lovely to have them around, keeping us company in the garden and busily fertilizing everything.

There are a few things I’ve learn over one summer of bees:

  1. Keeping bees is like having a garden – hope springs eternal for the imagined harvest in the following year.
  2. I’ve found the surest way to the most expensive eggs (owning my own chickens) and now the most expensive honey.
  3. Perhaps when one first picks up their hives, one might want to think about a car with a trunk rather than a hatchback.

The white hive when it first arrived in the spring with only one deep.

Checking the white hive one month in.

The undulating swarm which landed in our apple trees.  We weren’t able to capture it, just as the third hive was on it’s way, the bees’ inner wisdom suggested they flee to greener apple trees.

Feeding the bees in preparation for a long Maine winter.

The ladies of the purple hive.

Annie
Bye for now, ladies, we’ll see you in the spring!