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Hi, Everyone!

I’m thinking I should change this section to “Cooking with Honey”. It seems I jinx myself every time I write about my hives. Then I remember that I’m not great at cooking either, so I guess writing about my hardship with my “girls” is better than writing about burnt cookies.

I checked my hives the weekend after the last E-Flyer was posted and was not happy with what I was seeing, or rather what I wasn’t seeing in my hive (the hive that started as a NUC). I wasn’t seeing any eggs, larva, capped brood, or even my queen!! I did get a little nauseated because this is about the same time last year I had queen problems. I reminded myself to stay calm and not think the worst. I told myself, “She’s in there. You just overlooked her and everything will be fine.” I closed the hive up and walked away. I really wanted to throw myself across the hive and scream but I figured the neighbors couldn’t handle all that drama.

My son went back with me the next weekend to check the hive. Thinking the worst, I had brought along newspaper just in case we needed to combine the hives. I had him pulling out each frame inspecting them and then passing them to me to inspect a second time. I was determined to find that queen if she was truly in the hive. We went through the entire hive frame by frame and never saw the queen or a sign of a queen. For some reason I just didn’t feel right about going ahead and combining the two hives right then. I decided we would close it up and give them another week and see what happened.

We checked the other hive and it was still looking good. We closed it up and started packing up. I told my son I just didn’t feel right about the NUC hive. I was still torn between walking away or combining it. For some reason I felt I needed to take a look around the outside of the hive on the ground, since there were bees there. My son is telling me the entire time, “She’s in there. “ “Everything is fine.” “You worry too much! “ Well about that time I spot my queen on a blade of grass all by herself!!! I start screaming, “I found her, I found her!” I made him open the hive back up and I let her walk off my hand back into the hive. She looked fine, it just took her a few minutes to walk back down into the hive. I’m not sure how she got knocked onto the ground but I’m definitely blaming my son. I did check the hive again the other day. There were fresh eggs and larva in there!!!! I even saw my queen.

Maybe she just needed some tough love like my kids do sometimes!

See you at the Bee Farm!