Everything is just toddling along fine. My bees are collecting nectar busily, the chickens are laying the odd egg, and so on and so forth. In other words, life is pleasant.
I have had some trouble with Dad’s hive though – we can’t find the queen. There is also a current lack of baby brood, plenty of capped brood, and I think the silly sausage has just run out of space up high and is not coming back down. The lowest box has plenty of room. There is also a large number of mature drone cells and drones – I hope it is not a case of an improperly mated queen, but I do not think this is the case, as the pattern of capped regular worker brood is perfect, no gaps or anything.
I also learned that it is best not to try beekeeping in sandals. The bees land on your feet, climb under the straps, get caught, and sting. I have a fat foot now. My reason – I forgot to take my gumboots to Dads, although I remembered the children, their clothing and gear, hive tool, and to feed the cat on the way out the door. Never mind.