It is a very busy time for me at the moment, and the garden has rejunglified. The hives seem happy, but I have not given them the attention they deserve. I have no idea what is going on deep in the metropolis of each hive, but Apple seems much stronger than Olive, just judging by the raw number of workers cruising in and out.
I had a very pleasurable time checking the hives yesterday, with both of my boys helping. Having decided that another honey super was in order, without any instructions, my oldest lad toddled off, and came waddling back carrying the appropriate box. He then toddled off, and came back with a second, for the other hive. We don’t say much to each other when working, but we communicate well. The man-cub grows.
Apple hive is still a crazy evil pile of devastation, and after the boil of bees had been locked up again, me and D were laughing at all the stings in our gloves. All we did was lift the lid and gently lift one frame up for a look. Those girls are harmless enough around the yard, but brutal when their hive is opened. I still find that initial moment when the lid is lifted and a dozen fly straight at your face quite intimidating. The hives are a bit like people I suppose, one gentle and another that smiles sweetly but will tear your face off when threatened (Not thinking of anyone in particular, no, of course not. Honest. Really). I haven’t been stung for a while, which is good. The bees haven’t got me either.
Currently there are nearly four full boxes, so around 80Kg of sweet golden bee juice. Nice harvest, I hope.