My hives are in their place at last. After a couple of days at Gwen’s (The neighbour’s house where the swarms were), I brought my hives home last night. This involves:
- Waiting until late evening, until all the workers have flown home – wouldn’t want to lose any, would we.
- Blocking up the hive entrance with perfectly crafted pieces of old cot runners.
- Ignoring the children, who are up WAY past their bedtimes, and are getting hyper.
- Strapping the hive down with either proper emlock galvanised hive strapping, or a piece of rope, whatever.
- Loading them in the car whilst avoiding stepping on the hedgehog.
- Doing up 20,000 little seatbelts.
- Picking up the hedgehog to show the aforesaid hyper kids, who have never seen a hedgehog, because they always, always go to bed at their bedtimes.
- Driving the hives home, very very carefully. (Safety instruction to D, who travelled with me & Hives ‘cos he likes the bees and the 80’s rock I play loudly: “If we crash, bail. If bees start flying around, yell at me to stop, and bail.”
- Unloading the hives and then unblocking the nailed in cot-runner bits. Then going inside for a nice hot cocoa.
So, welcome home girls.