Yes, I admit that the blog lately, when I have had a moment to write a post or two, has been mostly about our lodger, Cheryl. You can’t blame us though as she has been our constant companion during these winter months (along with the birds). And she does have her moments, like this one
I could watch her all day. It really is quite therapeutic, and with our crappy video skills, quite mystifying. She looks as if she is suspended in mid-air, held up by….nothing. I was trying to discern a pattern to the movement of her legs: obviously I think her front left leg provided the main impetus. But is it through this one that the new threads are cast? A mystery.
But it’s not all about Cheryl
After last year’s loss of a beehive to starvation, I get a bit jumpy around this time of year, not even taking the bees momentary appearance as any reason for confidence. It had been preying on my mind since the beginning of February that I had to get more fondant into the hives. And when recent weeks produced some hard frosts, I started getting into even more of a panic. So, I donned the suit last Saturday, and discovered to my relief two hives in good condition, worrying at some left over fondant. I still loaded them up with more which I am glad of as the weather has gotten much colder around here with more hard frosts. This even though the older, more established hive has a super that felt like it had rocks in it instead of honey–I am assuming what’s left in the frames is crystallized hence the weight.
Of course, the very next day, I came out to this sight:
Anyone care to guess what my worry was at this point? Begins with an ‘s’ and ends with ‘warm’.
You just gotta love’em….