The weather guy predicted a high of 40 today! The reality was more like 33, but that’s close enough, and besides that, the only moderatly-viable time in the foreseeable future to feed the bees. So, Robin was flying solo and figured she could knock this task out in 45 minutes. Phhbbbbbbbbbt.
The path to the bee yard wasn’t as bad as I imagined, but 4WD was very handy.A sight for sore eyes! Hives still in place!
Uh yahhh, suit up, even in the winter, because I’m a sting magnet. And true to form, Lena was a royal nag and the net was a good thing.
All five colonies were looking good! Didn’t want to leave top off for more than a few seconds, to conserve heat, but here was a quick photo of calm bees after I threw a few winter patties on the dinner table.
And then there is Lena. Lena is grumpy even when I bust my tail to tromp out in the snow and feed her troops.
And here is one of the ~20 bees from Lena that decided by gloved hands MUST DIE.
Yep, the mice are still enjoying the insulated confines of the winter hive set-up.
It’s always good to see live bees guarding the breathing tubes.
So there I was, only about 30 minutes into my task, feeling good about seeing many bees in healthy-looking clusters. Time to pack up and go home! But wait, my spider senses tell me that something is amiss here…And here is where the beauty of small town Iowa comes into focus. While stranded in the middle of a prairie a couple miles away from town, I put out a ‘ahhhh, I’m in a bind out here‘ Facebook post, and a short time later the calvary rides over the hill and saves the day!
Here ends the story of winter feeding. And everyone lived happily ever after – including the tire-fixit guys at Trickles. *sigh*