So, still fending off coyotes, but thankfully no more possums. Another gander through the hives reveals a top bar busting out all over with twelve combs in comparison to the Langstroth hive which only has five. So all is well, full, and busy until I get to this third to the end and find what is known as a cross comb. A comb built near another one, not in a nice line like we like them. So, I carefully cut it out, lift it up, brush off the bees and........
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh a queen cell, which predicts an upcoming swarm which makes me want to cuss a little.
So, I took the divider out and tomorrow I'll get back in there and open up the area in the brood combs with an empty top bar, hoping to convince them that there is still lots of expansion room and to
Miss SuZQ has to have radiation after all, Handy Man has a new manager who is managing to cause him a lot of grief, which hurts my heart and my car is making a very unpleasant noise. Oh, life.
Joy, joy, joy, where are you?
Oh My JOY
Ah, yes! The humble beginnings of a tree fort, so whether we be pirates,or fairies, there's a hideout.