Thursday, April 26, 2007

the ladies have arrived

After years of wanting bees, I finally picked up a couple of hives today. Boy were those girls pissed off by the time they arrived! I had to drive to Thomasville to get them, so the drive back was about and hour and fifteen minutes of them vibrating in the back of the truck. I hadn't thought through the process for how I would get them to the spot I had chosen for them. It really started to worry me when I was carrying them to the truck with the help of the seller. They were heavy! A full brood chamber and a super each -- I'd guess well over 100 pounds.

I tried calling a couple of people, but no one was available, so I bit the bullet and carried them by myself -- injured hand and all. (It was fascinating to listen to the hives hum when they were still in the truck) . The first hive went fine. It was heavy, but manageable. The second hive -- the one that was so full of bees that they were congregating outside when I went to pick them up -- was much heavier. I got it to the spot ok, but then couldn't get it low enough. I had to just go down and hope the cinder blocks were underneath (did I mention it was dark?). They weren't. I ended up slowly leaning the hive over, which created a gap between the brood chamber and the super. The bees immediately came pouring out, even more pissed now that their home had been turned sideways in addition to being transported across the state. They didn't attack me, at least not right away. I left them alone for a few minutes after setting the hive upright. I still needed to remove the piece blocking the entrance on both hives. After doing that, I knew I should probably just leave it until tomorrow, but I just couldn't let it go. So I kept going back and finally got it on the cinder blocks and removed the entrance blocker. Oh yeah, Mr Fritts had stuffed some foam rubber into a gap at the entrance to seal it all the way, and that was the first piece that came off. The bees started pouring out of that, too.

I was a little worried watching the bees just cluster all over the front and sides. On the other hive, the bees were clustering, too, but nowhere near as many.

I hope the second hive doesn't decide that the trauma of the move and being sideways for a couple of minutes is just too much and decide to swarm. This shows how much I have to learn. Does that sort of thing cause swarming? Hopefully I won't find out tomorrow. Just in case, I put my new hive just in front of the troubled one in hopes that they would choose the new one if they did swarm. I have heard of that happening. (The picture was taken after I finished painting them a few days ago. I like the yellow much better. White hives are boring.)

I got stung a couple of times on my neck. All in all, a bit more drama than I had expected on my first night as a beekeeper, but the drama was my fault. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the girls will forgive me tomorrow.

Some misc pictures from my first real experience with bees -- helping my new mentor Randall work his bees last month. We set up a nuc for me after finding some queen cells, but the hive didn't make it.

a few visitors



Sunday bloody Sunday

Last Sun was probably the hardest day I have had thus far. Emotionally, not physically. Mom and Peter came out to help, and I apparently had unreasonable expectations yet again. Mom and Peter got their work done, but I couldn't seem to accomplish anything. The first setback was slicing my hand on the termite shied as I was finishing the trench for the pump wires.
Next, I didn't have the right size conduit. Then I forgot to put the clamp on before fitting the elbow joints on my water pipe. Anyway, blah, blah. I got cranky.

Peter came close to finishing the framing for the new washroom. A few weeks ago it occurred to me that I had it in the wrong place. It made sense when I was going to have a back door, but since I abandoned that idea, putting it in the middle of the workroom took away a lot of usable space. Now it is in the back corner and it feels much better.
Finally, we put the frame up for the front deck. One of the inspectors suggested doing this before pouring the footers so I could be sure they were set in the right place. He didn't say how that was actually done, though. I wasn't worried since Peter was there. He rigged up a few boards here and there and it went up in no time.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

funny story about that drill


I can’t remember if I ever wrote about my poor drill. Funny story. Sort of. The day before my pre siding inspection, I was about 25 feet up on a ladder installing the last window. My drill stopped working. I couldn’t believe it. After fidgeting with it and then getting pissed off, I decided I had to go get a new one. Calm and rational at this point (seriously), I decide that since the drill isn’t working, I might as well get out some frustration. Again, calmly and rationally, I throw the drill to the ground. Hard. I didn’t actually mean to break the handle, but didn’t mind when that is what happened. Fast forward – I bought the new drill, got back on the ladder, then my new drill started doing the same thing. I immediately figured out what was wrong (the switch between the “drill” and “screwdriver” settings wasn’t quite engaged). I looked down at my poor broken drill, then to the new $100 drill in my hand, laughed, then finished installing the window.