Have you ever seen the opening credits to DuckTales? Where Scrooge McDuck is diving into a room full of gold, swimming in it, rolling in it?
Well, not to anthropomorphize my honey bees to oblivion, but after watching just how excited a couple of them were to stumble upon the pollen trap drawer full of pollen, it was impossible not to imagine them exclaiming, “It’s MINE! It’s aLL MINE…MuahHAHAHAHA!”
I decided to capture this little bit of video after observing a honey bee carefully select the perfect ball of pollen, pick it up, and fly with it back into the hive. While I didn’t get that amazing task on video, I had a lot of fun watching this other little girl meticulously shop for her perfect pollen ball:
We’ve got HONEY! And a record-breaking flood – my, my, all very exciting stuff for one week’s time.
We extracted 8 frames of honey (well, 9 to be exact, but one of the frames we had an accident with so it turned into cut-comb honey) to address the honey-boundness of my hives and give more room for the queens to do their jobs, hopefully. It took pretty much all day from inspecting each hive thoroughly and deciding which frames to take, to uncapping and then extracting, to cleaning the rented extractor and returning it to SEMBA. Extracting honey, not my idea of a good time and certainly one of my least favorite beekeeping activities, but it really had to be done…now we have honey!
With a 17.5 water content, the honey is a nice light color but still within the acceptable range so that bacteria won’t grow. I bottled about 40 of these half-pound jars and stickered them all with what is turning out to be a very common label for local honey. Anyone who wants some local honey, let me know!
As for the flood, the bees, and the chickens, AND us for that matter, we are all ok. It has been a really scary and stressful 24 hours from trying to race home in rush-hour traffic to beat the weather, to getting gridlocked, to finally entering my neighborhood and then flooding the car a mere several blocks from my house, to then walking the rest of the way in my absolute most favorite cutest shoes ever in nearly waist-deep water to get home. *SIGH* but, luckily the hives were high enough that they weren’t touched by the flooding; and while the chicken coop is pretty muddy, it will dry out over time. Only my poor basement and my husband’s car remain as question marks, so I should be, and am, very thankful for all the things I still have.