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Hiving the Bees!

Hiving my First Bees

 

    by Cynthia Brast

San Juan Island, WA

  

They’ve arrived!

The bees came today – April 11, 2012, after shipping from Oroville, CA on April 9.  I picked them up this morning at the Friday Harbor Post after they called at 07:30 a.m. to let me know the bees had arrived.

My package of Italian bees was calm and quiet when I put them into my vehicle, but I noticed more activity as I drove the 12 miles to my house.  Upon arriving, I sprayed the package with a mist of sugar water in a 1:1 ratio.  I was mesmerized by the energy coming from the package.  There was a natural heat radiating from the box, and a rhythm…almost like a heart beating.  I also noticed a sweet, fragrant, bees-waxy smell diffusing from the package.

My plan is to hive the package today after 4:30 p.m.  I am waiting for my daughter to come home so she can observe…and take photos!  The bees have spent the afternoon in the basement area of my house where it is about 60 degrees and quiet.

Unfortunately we’ve had some rain here today.  Outside right now at 4:13 p.m., the temperature is at 50 degrees.  We have a light drizzle.  I misted the bees again about an hour ago.

My hive site is actually up against my house.  Partly for convenience for me and partly because that spot has a good overhang from the roof where the hive will stay dry and also to help the bees stay warmer since we are in the Pacific Northwest.  The added heat will be especially helpful in the cold winters here.

To prepare for my installation, I have one deep super with 9 frames inside.  I am going to mist the frames lightly with the sugar water solution beforehand.  When I am ready to start, I’ll mist the package of bees, turning the box carefully to make sure I’ve covered them.  This will keep them from flying out and also distract them as they will be eager to clean the sugar water mist off themselves.  Then, I will remove the can of sugar water in the package and take out the queen.  I definitely want to check to make sure she’s healthy and look for her mark.  I have a cardboard piece to cover the hole left in the package after I remove the can of sugar syrup so the bees don’t start to escape before I’m ready to put them in the hive.

So, after the queen is out and checked, I am going to take out the cork that seals her queen cage and stick a marshmallow there to allow the workers to release her on their own.  Having the marshmallow there allows the rest of the bees to “accept” the queen while chewing through the marshmallow.  In a couple of days, the marshmallow will be removed by the workers, giving them time to get acquainted with the queen inside and set her free.

The queen cage will need to be hung, marshmallow end up between two of the frames in the deep super.  There is a metal strip that I can bend over the top of the frames, providing a nice, secure hook.  Then, my plan for the best release given the wet drizzle outside is to stack two empty shallow supers on top of the deep and gently turn the box of bees upside down over the bottom deep super.  The shallow supers will allow me to leave the packaged bee box inside the hive overnight and will be kinder to the bees than shaking them out where some may try flying off in the wet weather.  I also plan to put my Boardman feeder jar inside the hive, placing it on top of two wood strips over the deep hive frames.  This is so the bees won’t have to crawl down through the deep super and into the Boardman feeder at the hive bottom tonight, and will make it easier for them to access the sugar syrup after their transition from the package.  I also have a 2nd jar feeder that I am going to place along with the other, giving them plenty of food for the night.

Did I mention???  The bee suit I ordered still hasn’t arrived.  I have a pair of gloves and a veil.  That’s all the gear I will use this evening.  Hopefully the bees will bee-kind!

 

 

How it went!

 

Hiving the package went surprisingly well for me as a new”bee.”   I encountered only one small hitch in the process and actually could have installed the bees sans the veil.  There was quite a hum from the package, but the bees must have sensed the evening was upon them and had clustered pretty well together.

I had all my equipment/supplies at hand:  spray bottle of sugar water, hive tool, the hive supers, a small nail, marshmallow, cardboard, and a small screwdriver.   After misting the bees, I carefully opened the package.  The tape was cumbersome and I took care to peel all of it off the box.  I used the small screwdriver to pry the edge of the feeder can up and carefully removed it, covering the opening with my piece of cardboard while I set the can aside.

Next, I removed the queen.  Her wooden cage was hung in the package with a small metal extension that hooked into a groove at the top of the package.  I slid the metal through the groove and then removed the cardboard makeshift cover over the top to allow me to bring the queen cage out.   I replaced the cardboard over the package opening and set my hive tool on top to hold it in place while I checked the queen.

The queen was in the cage alone with no attendants.  She was active and looked to be healthy.  My “hitch” in the installation came at this point though as I realized she was not marked.  I also did not have my reading glasses on under the veil and it was impossible to see if she was clipped.  I should have taken the time to remove my gloves and veil and go into the house to get my glasses.  It was raining and the gear was cumbersome, the porch had become slippery because some of the mist from the sugar water drifted, so in hindsight, I should have just made sure my glasses were outside and handy.  This is good information for me as the next time I will feel more confident in the process and probably ditch the veil if not the gloves.

I went ahead with the queen installation and removed the cork from her cage using my small nail to pry it out and carefully replacing it with a marshmallow, so the bees will be able to release her themselves.   I hung the queen cage over one of the 9 frames I had spaced in the deep super except that I hung her with the marshmallow side down.  This shouldn’t be a problem as there were no attendants inside her cage to block any exit if they died.

Next came the bees.  As outlined earlier, I had two empty shallow supers I set on top of the deep and I inverted the box, slid the cardboard covering the opening away and the bees were able to come out onto the frames.  This went really well.  There were a few fliers, but I gently misted the bees again to keep them from escaping.

After positioning the package so I could leave it in the hive overnight, I then set the jar feeder I had prepared next to the package.  The jar feeder I inverted and set on two small wood pieces that would elevate the jar just enough to allow the bees easy access.  This also went extremely well and I was able to complete the installation by placing the inner and outer cover on the hive.

My last steps were to take my extra Boardman feeder jar and place it on outside holder of the hive.  Originally, I had intended to put both feeder jars inside the hive, but changed my mind in the process.  I had trouble getting the Boardman holder to stay in position and had to wiggle it in next to the entrance reducer.  At first, there were some bees coming out under the Boardman feeder and this allowed me to see that it wasn’t pushed in all the way.  With that corrected and my entrance reducer in place, I had finished and the bees were ready for their first night in a new hive.

Photos

My daughter was great and assisted me in the installation by handing me equipment as necessary, but most importantly, she documented the process by taking photos and video.  Some photos can be found below and are also available to view on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/thephotobug.

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With Yvonne at the Friday Harbor Post Office

San Juan Island, WA 98250

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Donning my gloves!

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Removing the Queen Cage

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The Queen!

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Putting the package of bees into the hive.

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Inside view

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All Done!

The End!

Feathered Cacophony

This morning bright and early

Against the window pane,

I heard a loud commotion

That might make me go insane.

 

About the same time last year,

It went on for 100 days,

At five o-clock every morning,

And left me in a haze.

 

I think it is the same one

That came again this year.

It makes me dread the springtime

I once held very dear.

 

You see… HE sees another

Reflected in the glass.

And he body slams the window

In order to harass…

 

This feathered spring intruder

Dressed in a bright red vest,

Staring right back at him

Threatening his nest.

 

Banging on the window,

He tries to chase away

His very own reflection

From the eggs his mate did lay.

 

So until the eggs are hatched,

And the robins do migrate,

My mornings will be ruined

No more sleeping late!!!

 

friendship lost

Was it disdain you cast in your glance,

As you passed me today on the street?

Will it be the new “waltz” we dance,

With regret that we ever did meet?

 

If we pass by each other one day

With no clouds at all in the sky

Will a tear slide down my face,

While memories of what might have been fly…

 

…Through my heart, fleeting visions of us,

On two paths that met one day?

I chose the one that would merge

And you took the one leading away.

 

My Dinner Guest

A very hungry bumble bee

I found out on my walk.

I invited her to dine with me,

And though she couldn’t talk…

 

She came along without protest

Happy to have me serve…

The wildflower blossom I picked for her,

Six-petaled bee hors d’oerve.

 

Once in the house, I seated her

As my honored guest,

Then I served her with a bee size drink…

My vintage nectar best!

 

A little sugar mixed

With water all together

And the happy bee was well revived

To survive this cold, spring weather.

 

She buzzed about and thanked me

For the sustenance,

And then she asked to be excused

With her little bumble dance.

 

I opened up my front door

To see her on her way

She said to look for her again

Some sunny summer day!

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Bombus mixtus or Mixed Bumble Bee queens emerge after overwintering to begin the process of making a nest (typically in the ground) where she will begin to make wax pots to lay her eggs in.  You can help save these important pollinators by reducing use of herbicides and lawn chemicals in your yard.  If you find one on a cold day, help it out by providing a boost of carbohydrate energy.  You can wet a sponge or cotton with sugar water or prepackaged hummingbird food and offer it a drink.  The hungry bee will thank you for it.  Remember to “bee” nice to bees!

***Text and photographs copyright 2012 by Cynthia Brast.  No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without the expressed written consent of the author.

Writer’s Block…a “Waxing” Poem.

Writers block
the words won’t come
All I hear is a constant hum.

Jumbled thoughts
I try to pen…
but they’re all wrong and I begin again.

My paper’s due
in another week
Will my wax moth report ever be complete?

The Fairy Moth

Fairy moth on Oxeye Daisy, San Juan Island, WAIncurvariidae: Adela septentrionella

Fairy moth on Oxeye Daisy, San Juan Island, WA
Incurvariidae: Adela septentrionella Walsingham, 1880

The ethereal Fairy Moth, clothed with finespun silky metallic wings, waves fragile tendrils of anntennae sensing the aromatic fragrances of summertime as it rests on the petals of a daisy.

The Adela septentrionella, classified as a Micro-lepidoptera is a diurnal species. Males are known for enormously long antennae and both sexes are found taking nectar from blossoms other than their larval host plant, often sipping from the aromatic Ocean Spray blossoms common in the Pacific Northwest.

The name, Fairy Moth, comes from behavior associated with mate-finding in the species when the males aggregate to form dancing groups to which the females are attracted… and the courtship begins!

It Was Something Called LYME

The day I was bit,

by that little tick,

He was so clever,

Did I feel the stick?

 

Not once did I notice

A sting, itch, or prick,

Since with his own anaesthetic

He came equipped.

 

That “needle” he plunged

Down into my skin

carried anticoagulant

To make my blood thin.

 

He slurped it right up

From out of my vein

Liquid dinner for one

Parasite champagne.

 

There’s more to it though

Than a simple blood toast

This tick didn’t know

He was a parasite host.

 

A stealth pathogen

Living inside

Used that little tick’s saliva

To take a ride

 

Down into my vein,

As that hungry tick fed,

The stealth pathogen

Through my body did spread.

 

I didn’t know then

That the bite of this tick

Would leave me with something

That would make me so sick..

 

The stealth pathogen

Shaped like a corkscrew

Drilled all through my body…

I thought it was flu.

 

From my head to my toes

I ached every day

Wishing the pain

Would all go away.

 

Doctor to doctor

I went to in vain,

All shook their heads mystified

No diagnosis to be claimed.

 

My knees swelled one day

All my joints hurt,

But the red bullseye rash

Was the target alert!

 

It was one more clue

In the great mystery

That helped one wise doctor

To diagnose me.

 

The test came back,

“Positive” for LYME.

It could be cured,

If it had been caught in time.

 

That wasn’t the case,

Since for me it had been,

Days, months and years

And pain with no end.

 

I’m slowly improving

One day at a time.

From this awful disease

Spread by a tick called Lyme.

 

Chronic Lyme disease is a controversial diagnosis.   One many will not acknowledge until more research reveals how this organism has the ability to persist in its human host and evade antibiotics.   Borrelia burgdorferi, responsible for Lyme Disease is one of several pathogenic organisms carried by ticks.  Current research shows it can become resistant to antibiotics, enhanced partly by its ability to change life forms in its host.   Morphing into a cyst with its own body armor, it shields itself from antibiotics designed to penetrate the corkscrew form of the organism.  Once the antibiotics are stopped or no longer effective, the organism is free to begin replicating itself again.

***Text copyright 2011 by Cynthia Brast.  No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without the expressed written consent of the author.

Don’t Feed the….CAMEL!

 

 

Mona, I’ve heard isn’t doing so great

With all the snacks tourists feed her, she’s gained too much weight.

 

Now it’s affected her system “E” “N” “Do” “crine”

That’s not fun at all, no not a bit…WHEN…

 

One at a time, then two or three clumps

Mona’s lost her hair, even over her hump.

 

The vet came to see Poor Mona one day

And this is what she had to say:

 

“Mona needs to lose weight

No more snacks can she eat.

It’s putting much too much stress

On all her four feet!”

 

“She needs healthy food,

And a little medicine

To help her hair

Start growing back in!”

 

Come say hello, but please do refrain!

Mona needs to follow the vet’s regimen.

 

Watch out for traffic when you stop over too

And please not too late, Mona has a curfew!

 

And after your visit, if you feel so inclined

Stop by San Juan Vineyards for a nice glass of wine!

 

 

It’s a Boy! Love, Cow and Pig

I get all sorts of creative and imaginative inspiration from Cow and Pig…or maybe it’s Pig and Cow.  So here’s another poem for your to enjoy now!

It’s a Boy!  Love, Cow and Pig

Cow and Pig they danced a jig,

And moo’d & oinked with joy,

For after all these years of waiting,

They’d been blessed with a baby boy!

Inside the egg he’d grown so big

Until one sunny day,

A little speck of light came through

The corner he’d pecked away.

All day long he’d worked to free

Himself from that shellac,

That when he finally made it free

He gave a loud “quack quack!”

He fluffed his yellow downy feathers,

And looked up overhead

At his parents who watched over him

Nestled in his bed.

Cow and Pig announced to all

So happy with their luck,

They wanted everyone to see

Their little baby duck.

The Wiley Fox and the Folk Song

I came across this photo today.  Took it over the summer from my front porch.  My daughter laughingly reminded me of a poem she remembered reading long ago about a fox.  She said the poem had lyrics that went something like “they chewed on the bones-o!” I remembered then…a sing-song that certainly appealed to the imagination of a yong child.   A quick Google search found just the one.  It’s an old folk song that was in one of her homeschool poetry books.  There were several versions out there so you can find one that you enjoy and sing it along with your child….or NOT 🙂

 

           Little fox went out on a chilly night.

 

        He prayed to the night to give him light.

 

        He had many a mile to go that night

 

        Before he reached the town oh,

 

        Town oh, town oh.

 

        He had many a mile to go that night

 

        Before he reached the town oh.

 

 

 

        He ran and he ran till he came to a pen.

 

        The ducks and geese were kept therein.

 

        He said, “A couple of you are gonna grease my chin

 

        Before I leave this town oh,

 

        Town oh, town oh.

 

        A couple of you are gonna grease my chin

 

        Before I leave this town oh.”

 


 

        He grabbed the grey goose by the neck

 

        And flung a duck across his back.

 

        He didn’t mind the “Quack! Quack! Quack!”

 

        And the legs all dangling down oh,

 

        Down oh, down oh.

 

        He didn’t mind the “Quack! Quack! Quack!”

 

        And the legs all dangling down oh.

 

 

 

        Old Mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed.

 

        Up to the window she cocked her head.

 

        She cried, “John! Oh John! The grey goose is gone

 

        And the fox is on the town oh,

 

        Town oh, town oh.

 

        “John! Oh John! The grey goose is gone

 

        And the fox is on the town oh.”

 

 

 

        John, he ran to the top of the hill

 

        And blew his horn loud and shrill.

 

        The fox, he said, “I’d better flee with my kill,

 

        Or they’ll soon be on my trail oh,

 

        Trail oh, trail oh.

 

        The fox, he said, “I’d better flee with my kill,

 

        Or they’ll soon be on my trail oh.”

 

 

 

        He ran till he came to his cozy den.

 

        There were the little ones: eight, nine, ten.

 

        They said, “Daddy you’d better go back again

 

        It must be a mighty fine town oh,

 

        Town oh, town oh.

 

        Daddy you’d better go back again

 

        It must be a mighty fine town oh.”

 

 

 

        Little fox and his wife, without any strife,

 

        Cut up the goose with a carving knife.

 

        They never had such a supper in their life

 

        And the little ones chewed on the bones oh,

 

        Bones oh, bones oh.

 

        They never had such a supper in their life

 

        And the little ones chewed on the bones oh.

 

 

 

What do you think happened the next night?

 

 

 

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Old versions of the song:

 

Fox Went Out

A hungry fox jumped up in fright
And he begged for the moon to give him light,
For he had many miles to trot that night,
Before he reached his Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, for he had many miles to trot that night
Before he reached his Den-o.

So he cocked up his head and out went his tail
And off he went on the long, long trail
Which he done many times in calm and gale
But he always got back to his Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, (repeat last two lines).

And soon he came to the old farm yard
Where the ducks and geese to him were barred
But he always got one by working hard
To take back to his Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, (repeat last two lines).

He grabbed the grey goose by the neck
And slung her right across his back
And the old grey goose went quack, quack, quack
But the fox was off to his Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, (repeat last two lines).

Ol’ Mother Slipper Slopper jumped out of bed
And out of the window she poked her head,
Oh, John, John, the grey goose has gone
And the fox is off to his Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, (repeat last two lines).

John went up to the top of the hill
And he blew a trumpet loud and shrill
Said the fox, that’s very pretty music, still
I’d rather be in my Den-o.
Den-o, Den-o, (repeat last two lines).

At last he got back to his den
To his dear little foxes eight, none, ten
And they’ve had many fat geese since then
And sometimes a good fat hen-o
Hen-o, Hen-o, (repeat last two lines).

from the Copper Family

 

 

The Fox (2)

The old fox stepped out one moonshining night
Stood upon his hind feet just about right I’ll have
some meat for my supper this night
Before I leave this townee (townee, townee)
I’ll have some meat for my supper this night
Before I leave this townee

He went on down to the blacksmith’s gate,
There he saw an old black drake
Come on along old drake and go along with me
You’re the finest old fellow in this townee
(REPEAT AS PER FIRST VERSE)

The old drake sat still and the word cried NO
Just sat still ’cause he didn’t want to go
If you eat no meat ’til you eat meat of mine

You’ll eat no meat in the townee (REPEAT)

He went on down by the farmer’s gate
These he swa an old grey goose
Come along old goose and go with me
You’re the finest old fellow in the townee (REPEAT)

The old goose sat still and the word cried NO
Just sat still ’cause he didn’t want to go
If you eat no meat ’til you eat meat of mine
You’ll eat no meat in the townee (REPEAT)

He went on home to his den
Out come the young ones 8-9-10
O father, O father when you again
You’ve had no luck in this townee (REPEAT)

He went on back on his back track
He took the old grey goose by the neck
Her wing went flip-flop over his back
Her feet went dingle dangle down-ee (REPEAT)

Old mother tipped up in the bed
Out of the window she poked her head
Old man, old man the grey goose is gone
I thought I heard her go quack, quack-eo (REPEAT)

The old man jumped up in his shirtail
And with toe dogs on the trail
They caught the fox at the end of the trail
And that was the end of the fox-e-o (REPEAT)

 

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