Time for the new bees to go from their nuc boxes (temporary housing), to their forever homes.Sheltered from the rain with a hive lid.
These bees were also midnight bees. They came from a agreat distance, and with the aid of caffeine and chatting on the phone, I did very well on the drive back, until I was 10km from home and the black dogs struck. At midnight there was no one else on the road so I crept, 40kph the last few klicks. My theory was if I fall asleep and go in the ditch, I’ll go in slow. So tired.
I got home and fell fast asleep in the driver’s seat the moment I shifted into park, sleeping next to the boxes of bees belted into the passenger seat until dawn. It was really neat, a different, dreamless but not completely unaware sleep, with the light humming of the bees next to me. Not often one sleeps next to bees, I suppose.
I was annoyed by the ping of rain in the morning, that forced me to move, to put the bees in place on their prepared stands, and cover them for the day’s downpour.
The following day came move-in day.
The four frames in the nuc box get placed into a super, alternating with brood-ready comb frames, and a frame heavy with honey on each side, for insulation.
These bees had built some significant burr comb on the bottom of the frame, so much it wouldn’t go in the super, and I had to slice that off. While I was doing that, always a delicate job, I did the unthinkable: I dropped a frame.
I’ve never done that before. Immediately I heard Klaus’s voice in my head saying to stay prepared (in the event of a sudden sting), and never drop a frame.
I didn’t drop it from very high, it slid before it fell, but with a frame, however it lands is going to be bee side down.
Right away my feet were stuck where they were. I picked up the frame and there was a pool of bees rumbling around on the ground, all around my feet. Not to mention suddenly three times more airborne as a moment ago.
I finished with the other frames, then crouched and started scooping bees into my hand with the bee brush, and dropping them in the super. I got most of them this way, and the rest were forming a group and on the march. Here they are starting up the leg of the hive. So smart!
I picked up the straggling individuals until I could move my feet; the group seemed to have it handled. Amazingly, I did not get stung. More amazingly, not one bee was killed! Not one bee body from the drop. Inside the empty box, the remaining bees are doing the same thing, grouping up, here on the wrong end of the box. The fallen bees have finished their journey in. 20 minutes later all the bees had found their way inside. The other hive went much better. Phew! Nerve wracking, but no casualties. Moving day never goes all well as you expect.