And Just Like That

DSC_1201They swarmed off.

When the willow fell, it was full of bees and honey.  Just hours later the new hive was set in place.  Everything was going well. DSC_1123

The hive was gaining popularity for a few days.  


Then the wasps got curious.  And then the hornets.  We were going to move the hive that day.  Walking back in from the field, we heard the noise.  We saw the cloud.  Then they were gone.


The wasps and hornets can clear honeycomb in minutes.  Lovely honey, dripping and full of yum is now left empty.


I can only assume that the bees got fed up with those pesky wasps and hornets.  They all agreed to find a new home.

Honey Honey


The bees seem to be moving in.  It will take some more time.


The bees are great, it’s those pesky wasps and hornets that make trouble.


Our friend who came by with the hive has been monitoring them.  He thinks they will move in and be fine, but we need a few more days.

Meanwhile, Brent worked some honey out of the honeycomb.  WOW!  Lovely stuff.  so strong.  When you taste it, the honey feels good for your health.



The Day The Willow Fell


Very windy today.  Off and on really.  Our poor willow has given up.  It gave up a branch late June ( More Willow Bye-bye ) and we took off another large branch in late July.  The last bit stood tall and strong, but we were going to cut it down in fall when our friend could lend a hand.  It seemed strong.   DSC_1124

As I was feeding the chickens, a gust of wind hit.  No big deal.  I heard Otto make a fuss, run inside and slam the door.  I saw the dogs dance.  And the angry bees became a black cloud in our courtyard.  Quickly, they flew back to their hive.  Then it was calm.  Poor Otto was stung on his ear.DSC_1121

We are having a beef sale today, so anyone who came to pick-up beef was advised and some knew of a “bee guy” to help remove the hive. Brent arrived back from Toulouse to see our new courtyard attraction.  He picked up some honeycomb.  So amazing.DSC_1119 I posted a photo on facebook and soon we had a friend interested in collecting the bees.  They are French.  The French word for “bee” is “la abeille.”  I had to quickly hop my fear of saying this impossible word in order to speak bee with them.  Since there was more than one bee, there were bees, les abeilles.  “layza-baaay.”  or something like that.  Up to this point, I’ve thwarted any use of les abeilles.

Our friends came with bee things.


I don’t know nothing ’bout no bees, but in order to set up their new home my crème brûlée torch was needed.  Warmed up the wires for the new bee wax home.
DSC_1129In America, you often see one guy digging a hole and two others watching.  In this case, there was one guy with the bee-proof suit and two others helping in the distance.  These bees mostly stayed with the hive in the tree.  Occasionally a few would charge.   DSC_1138A bit of smoke and a shovel, B-dude got a bulk of the bees in their new home.DSC_1141The hive rests next to the tree for a few days so the rest of the bees can move in.DSC_1148